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. |