If you never want to hear from me again
Just keep pushing me for more
I already told you I meant everything I said
You're lucky we're still talking at all
 [bad word] to me when you're falling apart
I won't be there to hold your hand
Don't include me in your holidays
Leave me out of all your plans

Get your hand out of my pocket
I don't owe you anything
Think all's forgiven and forgotten
Because you want to wear your ring

Showing me off to your family
Like a trophy on display
You think I'm here for your convenience
Well it doesn't work that way

Maybe you should think about [bad word] you keep
And while you're at it take a look at yourself

I don't want to be in your Sunday parade
When you need a friendly flag to wave
Sitting near to you in this [bad word] charade
So ashamed of myself
 [bad word] to me when you're falling apart
I won't be there to hold your hand
I'm going to keep my reservations
I've got plans of my own

I don't want to be in your parade
How can you ask me for anything