Don't bother saying you're sorry.
Smoke all my cigarettes, again.
Every time I get no further.
Wipe your feet on my dreams.
Like some cheap magazine,
When I could have been learning something.
Oh well, you know what I mean.
Come on and kill me baby,
While you smile like a friend.
You are the last drink I never should drunk.
You are the body hidden in the trunk.
You are the habit I can't seem to kick.
You are my secrets on the front page every week.
You are the car I never should have bought.
You are the train I never should have caught.
You are the cut that makes me hide my face.
You are the party that makes me feel my age.
Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid.
Like a plane I've been told I never should board.
Like a film that's so bad but I've gotta stay til the end.
It's lucky for you that we're friends.
Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid.
Like a plane I've been told I never should board.
Like a film that's so bad but I've gotta stay til the end.
It's lucky for you that we're friends.
WRITERS
CANDIDA DOYLE, JARVIS BRANSON COCKER, MARK ANDREW WEBBER, NICK BANKS, PATRICK DOYLE, STEPHEN PATRICK MACKEY
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © FOX MUSIC, INC., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.