I don't care who you've been sleeping with these days
You're out of my hair
It's growing just above my smiling face
That I wear every night I drink myself to sleep
Not thinking about you
Not thinking about anything at all
I don't care who you've been dining with these days
It's more than fair
I'd much rather be drinking anyways
With my friend Peter, who lives so fucking far away
Yet not as far as you
Even though you live right down my fucking street
And I'm tired of sleeping with myself
I'm tired, all these drinks and drugs no longer help
I'm tired of lying about not thinking of you (Not thinking of you)
Maybe my friend Peter can tell me what to do
I don't care who you've been kissing on these days
It's out of my hands
And in my mouth with such a pleasant taste
I need a beer to wash it all away without a trace
And then I'll drink 23 more to wipe
This stupid smile off my fucking face
I'm tired of sleeping with myself
I'm tired, all those drinks and drugs no longer help
I'm tired of lying about not thinking of you (Not thinking of you)
Maybe my friend Peter can tell me what to do