thanks

I bumped into Joe on Victoria Road
And he told me something
About last weekend, he knows your new boyfriend
(He said he saw it coming)
And those letters I wrote, so now I know
What you do with them
Well of course he looked, you sliced me up
And then showed it to him
Hes changed around the posters on your wall
And finished all but one glass of your wine
His heads been on the pillows that I bought
And now hes seen me say, 'I love you' all those times
And the old photos in the silly clothes
There must be much more
God, the poems I sent and that massive dent
I left in your door
I dont want them back, you can burn the lot
I just feel betrayed
Well its been this long and all the flesh has gone
But the bones remain
Hes changed around the posters on your wall
And finished all but one glass of your wine
His heads been on the pillows that I bought
And now hes seen me say, 'I love you' all those times
I still cant get mad at you, no matter how I try
I still cant get mad at you, no matter how I try