Don't bother saying you're sorry
Why don't [bad word] in
Smoke all my cigarettes again 
Every time I get no further
How long has it [bad word] on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams

You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh
I've done this before
And I will do it [bad word] on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend
Oh and I'll [bad word] Just to do it again


You are the last drink I never should have [bad word] You are the body hidden in the [bad word] 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 dream 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 got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.