I see you’re drunk again – my dear, how I hate you
I could light my cigarette with the stench
Of wine, you whine, I sulk over coffee – spit in yours when you’re out of the room
Scratching my records and pissing in my cupboards
Our dinner is served cold off the wall
Thank god for television as tears fall in the bathroom
But I love you so, I love you so
I’ve got a feeling we’re making each other unwell
Got a funny feeling everything will turn out just swell
You’re telling lies – you’re eyes are everywhere else
Bloodthirsty and bloodshot, it’s just rude
The rent is spent, the cat don’t wanna know us
Can’t pick the broken claws from my skin
You wish that boy upstairs liked me better
You want your big sister for me
I want to cry, I want to be selfish
You and me for always and always
I’ve got a feeling we’re making each other unwell
Got a funny feeling everything will turn out just swell
You know I feel ever so slightly sorry that we didn’t kill each other last year
The time was right, now all we do is fight
At least it keeps the ennui at bay
Our mouths keep moving, plates keep on flying
But London flats are so hard to find
We watch ourselves wither in the sunshine of each other
Too tired to run, run, run away
I’ve got a feeling we’re making each other unwell
Got a funny feeling everything will turn out just swell
2, 4, 6, 8…
credits
from I Want To Go To Borneo,
released July 26, 2007
Lyrics: Ed Zed
Music: The Inconsolables