my friend peter

i dont care who you've been sleeping with these days

you're outta my hair

it's growing just above my smiling face that i wear

every night i drink myself to sleep

not thinking about you

not thinking about anything at all

i don't care who you've been dining with these days

it's more than fair

much rather be drinking anyways

with my friend peter

who lives so fucking far away

yet not as far as you

even though you live right down my fucking street

and i'm tired of sleeping with myself

i'm tired

all these drinks and drugs no longer help

i'm tired of lying about not thinking of you

maybe my friend peter can tell me what to do

i dont care who you've been kissing on these days

it's out of my hands

and in my mouth with such a pleasant taste

i need a beer to wash it all away without a trace

and then i'll drink 23 more

to wipe this stupid smile off my fucking face

i'm tired of sleeping with myself

i'm tired

all those drinks and drugs no longer help

i'm tired of lying about not thinking of you

maybe my friend peter can tell me what to do