I pulled the ex last night, and it felt weird to feel her up again.
Knickers down, and bra cast as if the past and not pa**ed.
And she brought the drinks all night, but that's okay, now she's got a job.
Her generosity - my curse. she even let me keep her purse.
But i couldn't get it up - too much to drink, too much to say.
She picked her clothes up off the floor and promptly headed for the door.
I was just trying to use my favourite muse.
I don't think i could ever want her back, i'm just making sure she's still capable of being slack.
And she's got trouble with her boyfriend now.
I always said he was a prick.
I told her from the very start, when she almost broke my heart.
And my room's a mess this morning.
She left her f*g-ends floating in a gla**.
I didn't try and make her stay. i doubt she would have anyway.
I was just trying to use my favourite muse.
It's nice to see she's still slack. i could never want her back.