You still owe me six quid for that lunch that I bought you Strictly, it's more 'cause you never paid petrol All of the jokes that I made just went over your head Or they weren't funny, and I just can't admit it We were ending someday anyway I was bored, just too polite to say Binge drinking in a darkened room Doesn't do for me what it does for you But chase your dreams, don't let me stand in your way You owe me six months of you whining 'bout feeling depressed The only reason being you never left your bed But when I told you my granddad was dead You didn't phone and you didn't text We were ending months ago but I stayed Pity is a stronger feeling than pain Went around the world, told myself I missed you Out of the blue, you said I was distant Two days after the funeral You owe me weeks of sleepless nights and crying in bed I tore my hair out whilst you were out drinking with them I bought you roses, I thought you were feeling bereft I gave you roses, I thought that you loved me to death You gave me tonsillitis before you left