You still owe me six quid for that lunch that I bought you
Strictly it's more 'cause you never paid petrol
All of the jokes that I made just went over your head
Or they weren't funny and I just can't admit it

We were ending someday anyway
I was bored, just too polite to say
Binge drinking in a darkened room
Doesn't do for me what it does for you
But chase your dreams, don't let me stand in your way

You owe me six months of you whining 'bout feeling depressed
The only reason being you never left your fucking bed
But when I told you my granddad was dead
You didn't phone and you didn't text

We were ending months ago but I stayed
Pity is a stronger feeling than pain
Went around the world, told myself I missed you
Out of the blue you said I was distant
Two days after the funeral

You owe me weeks of sleepless nights and crying in bed
I tore my hair out whilst you were out drinking with them
I bought you roses, I thought you were feeling bereft
I gave you roses, I thought that you loved me to death
You gave me tonsillitis 'fore you left