It Doesn't Matter How Hard You Try To Deny What I Can See Clearly With My Drinking Eye. You Know I'd Never Stop Until I See You Cry, Make You Insist Through Snot And Tears That You'd Never Lie. Now My Friday Nights Have Many Uses.

I Can Forget What Happens And Make Up Bad Excuses. It Doesn't Need A Weapon Or Much Motivation, Just A Bit Beer Spilt On My Playstaion. It Makes Me Sure I've Seen Him Try It On A Few Times Before As I Shake My Head And Sigh, Standing Halfway Through The Door. You Might Have Shared A School, A Street, You Might've Known Him For Years. It Makes No Odds To Me, I Just Want To See The Tears.