Every 50

You didn't give me a last kiss
You didn't leave me any hints
I was waiting for you whilst you planned how to leave me
I bet you don't care cos you don't feel a thing
I wish we weren't friends cos it kills me to see you see through me

You flinched when I touched your face
You ruined the heath and hot chocolate
And none of our friends would have thought it
But being with you just felt like begging for you
And fuck your Christmas presents
I hate your stupid presence
But I swear there's no hard feelings
It's just taking me a while to stop searching for you every 50

You, you said you always hated scatting
(You ruined the heath and hot chocolate)
(And none of our friends would have thought it)
And you rode that bike with me laughing
(But being with you just felt like begging for you)
You don't remember one thing that I tell you
But I could write books upon books about how much I loved you
I wish we weren't friends cos it kills me to see you see through me

You didn't give me a last kiss
You didn't leave me any hints
I was waiting for you whilst you planned how to leave me
I bet you don't care cos you don't feel a thing
It's just taking me a while to stop searching for you every 50