I bumped into Joe on Victoria Road
And he told me something
About last weekend, he knows your new
(He said he saw it coming)
And those letters I wrote, so now I know
What you do with them
Well of course he looked, you sliced me up
And then showed it to him He's changed around the posters on your wall
And finished all but one gla** of your wine
His head's been on the pillows that I bought
And now he's seen me say "I love you" all those times And the old photos in those silly clothes
There must be much more
God, the poems I sent and that ma**ive dent
I left in your door
I don't want them back, you can burn the lot
I just feel betrayed
Well it's been this long and all the flesh has gone
But the bones remain He's changed around the posters on your wall
And finished all but one gla** of your wine
His head's been on the pillows that I bought
And now he's seen me say "I love you" all those times