It doesn't matter how hard you try to deny

What i can see clearly with my drinking eye.

You know i never stop until i see you cry,

Make you insist through snot and tears that you'd never lie.

Now my friday nights have many uses

- i can forget what happens and make up bad excuses.

It doesn't need a weapon or even much motivation,

Just a bit of beer spilt on my playstation.

It makes me sure i've seen him try it on a few times

Before as i shake my head and sigh, standing halfway through the door.

You might've shared a school or a street.

You might've known him for years

- it makes no odds to me, i just want to see the tears.