Don't flake out on me, Oh you promised you'd write before Easter
And now you damn well know that it's Autumn, and I missed you through those summer months
Oh you promised yourself you'd stop drinking and I know it's none of my business
But you were mighty and graceful when sober, but all that gin, but all that wine
We will always talk this way
Tired and slightly jaded
We will waste our tears and we'll be waiting years
For the friends who always promised that they'd phone us
We will always feel this way
Faintly optimistic
But we will speak the truth and we will never lose
Oh the feeling that our hearts could be unbroken
Don't wimp out on me
Oh I know you've got the strength of 12 oxen
I've seen you get through these things before
Just like you've seen me get through these things before
We will always talk this way
Tired and slightly jaded
We will waste our tears and we'll be waiting years
For the friends who always promised that they'd phone us
We will always feel this way
Faintly optimistic
But we will speak the truth and we will never lose
Oh the feeling that our hearts could be unbroken
We will always feel dismayed, it will only ever be OK
What's the point in getting laid? We're waiting for the better days