Philophobia

Sit by me silently and brush my beard.
No mess to mop up from the bed today.
Will we sit next door and watch the soaps?
We've nothing to do and we've nothing to say.
Oh, when you go...

Recently, we've been somewhat volatile, and last night it starts with that joan osbourne song.
I hate it anyway, but you made it worse.
I know why you laughed and you should know you were wrong.
Oh, when you go...

Bird number one taught me i shouldn't trust, that's why i find unfounded doubts abound.
But number two proved that with none, we've nothing.
And now i'm only happy when you're not around.
Oh, when you go...

The bed's a mess when we're finished and at rest, and i can just see the post-fuck flush across your chest.
The telly's silent, the room's lit only by the screen, and now we're perfect moulds with just our pulses in between.

Well i'm not listening to what my mother said - what we're doing inside my bed.
And i'm not pretending this time you're someone else, but i'm cleaning these sheets all by myself.

Afterwards is best. you get up to get dressed - i think your pants are by the door. i think tomorrow we might be sore.

Even in this light, your tits look white against the tanning, and i know we're a couple now 'cause we went down the family planning.
It hit me in the waiting room waiting for you when you were getting what you need.
But i can't help be a bit disappointed when you start to bleed.

Afterwards is best. you get up to get dressed - i think your pants are by the door. i think we might be sore.

You just have to be sure you're doing the right thing.
I mean it's very easy to forget - she's just sitting there in the pub with her new friends and her new life and her new hair, and it's been five years but you'd know just to look at her.

I wasn't even sure it were her at first, i was ready to walk away but she smiled and called me over and we said hello for a bit. when we back to our tables we were trying not to look over at eac
Er and told our firneds to stop staring. i didn't see her for the rest of the night, but by closing time the beer's kicked in so i go up and speak to her and we end up talking about our new home
R new jobs and our new birds.

She says she's been going out with him now for about two and a half years, but they don't live together so he'd never find out. and you think about chasing her about school when you were wee and
G in your bed and listening to love songs and pretending they were about you. and the first time you asked her out she said no but one night you went to a wedding and when you came back to the p
E's changed her mind and you went out. you remember the way she swung her arms when she held your hand but you can't remember how she kissed and now you've got the chance to find out.

But you have to remember there's this other kiss. she's at home, wondering where you are and what you're doing. and you work hard on this kiss and you know it inside out, it's as much yours as i
Hers,and it took a long time to get right, it took months of practice and months of embarassment but now you've got it perfected and you've been looking forward to that kiss all week.

You can see her breath in the air between your faces as you stand in the leaves and she just asks you straight out if you want to come and stay at her flat. but you make sure you get separate ta
Nd you go home and there might be a slight regret and you might wonder what you missed but you have to remember the kiss you worked so hard on - and you'll know you've done the right thing.

I pulled the ex last night, and it felt weird to feel her up again.
Knickers down, and bra cast as if the past and not passed.

And she brought the drinks all night, but that's okay, now she's got a job.
Her generosity - my curse. she even let me keep her purse.

But i couldn't get it up - too much to drink, too much to say.
She picked her clothes up off the floor and promptly headed for the door.

I was just trying to use my favourite muse.
I don't think i could ever want her back, i'm just making sure she's still capable of being slack.

And she's got trouble with her boyfriend now.
I always said he was a prick.
I told her from the very start, when she almost broke my heart.

And my room's a mess this morning.
She left her fag-ends floating in a glass.
I didn't try and make her stay. i doubt she would have anyway.

I was just trying to use my favourite muse.
It's nice to see she's still slack. i could never want her back.

I said with me around she'd never come to harm.
And then she took a fork and stabbed herself in the arm.
She used to wank me off but i could never heat her up.
And she use to tell all her friends that i beat her up.
I went round to her house one day after, after school.
She'd bought me this steel ladybird thing, it was really cool.
And then she said she thought there was no future for us.
She chucked me then, chucked me out, and i cried all over the bus.
And that sunday was my first experience of feeling alone.
When she wouldn't answer her door and she wouldn't answer her phone.
So i went round and banged on the door, i thought i had so much to say.
And then the pigs came and told me to be on my way.

It'd be nice to say then that that's where the story ends.
But she came way with some pish about still being friends.
And she seemed sincere so i thought i'd give her a chance.
And it was okay until i found her with her hand down someone elses pants.
I pulled them apart, it was all i could think to do.
Then another guy she knew flew to her rescue.
He tried to kick my head in to impress her, cause he was trying to poke her.
I came home greeting and bleeding.
And my mum threatened to go round to her house and choke her.

I need them for my headaches, i need them for skin.
We need it for a night out and sometimes for a night in.
The room stinks of poppers, the bog's full of bile.
At least i'm not shitting blood again.
I always sat it's worst in the while.

I hear we had a good time. i hear i was a riot.
I would've like me a lot last night, i could've put me to shame last night.

I feel out with a lover, i fell out with my friends.
I'm still trying to work out where the weekend ends.
No solids on sunday, we can eat in the week.
You said i was fucked - you got some fucking cheek

I hear we had a good time. i hear i was a right laugh.
I really loved you a lot last night. i could've hugged you to death last night.