Never felt bad lending a hand

I think you hoped I wouldn't be in a band

Broken ashtray I can always replace

I kick the door then I spit in your face



You are not my friend

Never ever again



Dream of sunsets with a drink in the sand

Of all my friends and losing money in the van

Remember holidays that weren't such a waste

And a broken jaw from a punch in the face



Picture perfect with a frame that pretends

To be a martyr for a cause with no end

I was thinking that you needed a break

What I meant was every bone in your face

A mental photo of discoloured eyes

Of dirty carpets and moistened thighs

These recollections I will keep to the end

I'm sure it's wrong that you were never my friend