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The Shy Retirer

another bloated disco, another sniff of romance i'll forget
we promised to ourselves before we came out we'd do something we regret
these people are your friends
this cunted circus never ends
i won't remember anything you say

i lost my social skills a while ago but now i feel them coming back
my eyes were rolling when we met and now they are preparing for attack
i want to fall in love tonight and form the perfect unbreakable bond
you can be my teenage jenny agutter, swimming naked in a pond
you know i'm always moanin'
but you jumpstart my seratonin
but how d'you know you've ever really loved?

but when i feel like this, i know it doesn't matter
when i eat when i'm not hungy i'm sure i feel my face get fatter
then i thin out every weekend and i think that she might want me
but i always slip off my own 'cause...

i let those feelings haunt me, they control me, but tonight i'm letting go
you're more then just a photo album, you're more than what some people let you know
and if we ever make it home, i'll tell you all the things that shaped me thus;
something forged in a phonebox but lost in a restaurant we've got so much to discuss
here, have you tried the blue ones?
i hear he's got some new ones
sleep is not an option tonight

look at us just stand and stare
look at them just pose and pout
and we'll all be standing here
until the pigs chuck us out



If your hair was a call to arms and your legs were what skirts are for then your mouth was a red alert but your eyes were an act of war. I needed a nurse and a mother, I needed an open-minded whore. I needed a barmaid and a lover. Someone to stand between me and the floor. But when we attacked, it was never swiftly. We must have been locked in combat for years. Our new hardwood floor was the perfect battleground so I suppose the bullets were our tears. Okay, I know we threw some things about and I'm sure that you got in a punch or two and is it true your comrade's been asking if I'm the sort of man who could ever sink to hit you too? "Why does she always have bruises? They'd be much happier apart" the fact is, you've always been clumsy be it with tables at your work or with my heart.



I never slam the door these days then again, I'm never here. And you know where to find me with my oldest friend I hold so dear. Who named the days? Who named this mess? I don't care what she says; I need to get out less. Me and him go back a long way and his advice has always been shite. But he knows how to make me laugh, I've never bothered if he's right. Who named the days? Who named this mess? I don't care what she says, I need to get out less. But sometimes when I'm with him I just stop being me. And he knows, on my own, I could never be the man he's always wanted me to be. He makes me treat girls like shit. He makes me lie to them and use them. I think he loves to watch me playing games and he loves to watch me lose them.