Pulp

When you walked out on me
Part of me wanted to
Walk out on me with you
If I was a string
Strung upon your guitar
Then I would be broke too

KISS ME where it doesn't show
I'm bracing for another blow
The hardest part is letting go
I don't love you anymore
I'll keep repeating it 'till I'm sure

I'm left to regret
Constantly trying to forget
I'd rather be
The drum in between your knees
So you could hit on me

KISS ME where it doesn't show
I'm bracing for another blow
The hardest part is letting go
I don't love you anymore
I'll keep repeating it 'till I'm sure

When you walked out on me
Part of me wanted to
Walk out on me with you
I'd rather be
The drum in between your knees
So you could hit on me