it's getting harder to breathe
I blame you for how I feel. Since you said a few nights ago that you were having second thoughts about that trip we planned for in a few years after we finished uni, and since i said i actually now have money to pay for it. Do you know how that made me feel inside? You would in a heartbeat jump on a plane with the other Winstanley crew, splashing out all that. But when I say a holiday with me, you just backed off as if I had suggested you jump off a cliff. And you said I was your best friend. Yet I feel that now you just see as a squashed fly on your windscreen, just a huge shitty mess on what would otherwise be a nice view of life ahead. You use your wipers and try to get me off, only the shit spreads. You curse and take the car through the carwash to get rid of me. Problem solved.
And that ladies and gentlemen, is exactly how I feel! Congratulations.
And that ladies and gentlemen, is exactly how I feel! Congratulations.