Thought I'd treat myself this evening
Go and hang out with the pigeons
Drink some red wine share my good cheese
Watch the pretty people pa**ing by
An hour later I'm out of wine
So I play my broken guitar
Watch the people gather round me
Naturally I close my eyes and sing
They invite me back to their place
Where I see a familiar face
She's holding me with that stare
And I can't help but pretend she's not there
She walks over just to tell me
That she don't miss me all that much
She walked over just to say that:
I don't miss you all that much
I bet she does