It doesn't matter how hard you try to deny
What I can see clearly with my drinking eye.
You know I'd never stop until I see you cry,
Make you insist through snot and tears that you'd never lie.
Now my Friday nights have many uses.
I can forget what happens and make up bad excuses.
It doesn't need a weapon or much motivation,
Just a bit beer spilt on my Playstaion.
It makes me sure I've seen him try it on a few times before
As I shake my head and sigh, standing halfway through the door.
You might have shared a school, a street, you might've known him for years.
It makes no odds to me, I just want to see the tears.
| 1 | The Shy Retirer |
| 2 | Deeper |
| 3 | Don't Ask Me To Dance |
| 4 | Who Named The Days? |
| 5 | Come Round And Love Me |
| 6 | Piglet |
| 7 | Stink |
| 8 | Act Of War |
| 9 | My Favourite Muse |
| 10 | Scenery |