It doesn't matter how hard you try to deny what i can see clearly with my drinking eye. you know i'd 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 much motivation, just a bit beer spilt on my playstaion. 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 have shared a school, a street, you might've known him for years. it makes no odds to me, i just want to see the tears.