There's a bookshop On my high street Full of novels I'd like to read Though they used to seem attractive You have put me Off the classics I don't bother Camus Jane Austen Oscar Wilde Charles Dickens Cause my darling when I see them laid out there My heartbeat quickens And my pulse raises And I think of the places I could be if I weren't stuck here with me Wondering how I managed To let you fool me One more time How I'm hopeless Because I care And how you're fearless when I'm not there And how you're gutless When I am And how I'd wished you could've been a fucking man And just been honest, and told me straight That I'm not perfect But this was great It's been fun And I've had my uses But once you've come I am useless See, you should know From now on If you call me I won't come I'm tired of trying To believe you're kind And pretending that I don't mind When you forget Or you ignore And show me that you're not worth caring for I might look strong But I am weak And when I see you I just break So I won't Because I can't And I know now From the start