I think I saw him sniffing around early last year some time;
a mongrel dog with a taste for your thighs
But, obviously, I didn't take much notice as that was before
well, before everything that happened in the past twelve months,
before we were anything more than Alex's cousin and some guy from school;
Just a couple of drunks with a taste for VU and red wine...
But then what happened happened
and I take as much blame as you
but when we left it at that
it wasn't quite done,
and we're left doing this wary dance:
the ex-lover limbo, where you can't just fuck
and forget
as we're both wont to do

And now when I see him around,
and I know you don't want my advice
(as useless as it is)
but, baby, a man like that is like an acid flashback:
all bright colours and no sense of release
and you'll lie there trembling looking for some way back;
but you're so fucking sure that I'll still be here
to clean up after you, to sort out your mistakes
to still care no matter what happens
between you and him, or another ex-boyfriend
you forget that just because I'm alone
doesn't mean that I'm lonely
or in need of anything from you

And, did it ever occur to you
I might have better things to do
than waiting around for you to come back
with a few dozen beers and a carton of ciggarettes
to tell me how you went wrong and how
you need some stability in your life when
you forget that I'm only stable in comparison
to your raging Vesuvius of vitriol and regret
threatening to destroy whichever Pompeii you can find
where I'm sort of like a quamire
of bitterness and lamentation
everything sucked in never comes out
but festers and swells, bloated and ripe with decay

I don't know, baby, it's not that I don't love you

It's just wish you'd stay away this time.

How many times before
Could you tell I didn't care?
When you reached out in your sleep
And you knew I wasn't there - New Order