My friend asked for your home address.
Oh, just to talk. She promises.
To talk about the way you treated me.
She would love to meet in person
to ensure she makes an impact,
but lucky you. She lives across the seas.
You've got something coming
but I won't be surprised if it never arrives.
I find that karma gets lost in the post.
So I exorcise you, spectre,
and I'll spare us both the lecture.
I won't be haunted by a lazy ghost.
Who needs you anyway?
I've nothing more to say
to you at all.
Everyone I've asked
has called you names I won't repeat.
No, I don't wanna be your friend.
You should be groveling for me.
I don't think you're sorry.
You don't know what you did wrong.
That speaks to just the kind of person
you've been all along.
I am more than some distraction
meant to pass your time.
It hurt at first, but now I've learned
you'll waste no more of mine.
I had choice words for you,
but you're not worth hitting send
so I'll just call you names in private
if I ever think of you again.
It's kind of embarrassing
how fast I gave my heart to you
but I'm not quite right, and that's okay.
That's just what people like me do.
You were on board, or so I thought.
We felt the same, or so you claimed.
I read between the lines. That fault is mine,
but the wasted time, no, that's on you.
We never gave ourselves a name.
Did that make disappearing fair game?
You can tell yourself that all you like,
it doesn't make it true.
It's not my fault you flipped so fast, no,
it's not my fault that you're an asshole.
And in the end I'm better on my own,
now tell me, what's the use of you?
I know this isn't a contest
but I still won.
Sorry, I don't make the rules.
Oh, wait, I guess I do.
Everyone I've asked
has called you names I won't repeat.
No, I don't wanna be your friend.
You should be groveling for me.
I don't think you're sorry.
You don't know what you did wrong.
That speaks to just the kind of person
you've been all along.
I am more than some distraction
meant to pass your time.
It hurt at first, but now I've learned
you'll waste no more of mine.
I had choice words for you,
but you're not worth hitting send
so I'll just call you names in private
if I ever think of you again.
I've got my issues, it's true,
but I'd rather have mine than yours.
Everyone I've asked
has called you names I won't repeat.
No, I don't wanna be your friend.
You should be on your knees.
Everyone I've asked
has called you names I won't repeat.
No, I don't wanna be your friend.
You should be groveling for me.
I don't think you're sorry.
You don't know what you did wrong.
That speaks to just the kind of person
you've been all along.
I am more than some distraction
meant to pass your time.
It hurt at first, but now I've learned
you'll waste no more of mine.
I had choice words for you,
but you're not worth hitting send
so I'll just call you names in private
if I ever think of you again.
David Bridie’s “The Wisdom Line” pairs stark, poetic lyrics with hushed, minimal instrumentation, recalling groups like Tindersticks. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2019
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