don t flake out on me oh you promised you d write before easter and now you damn well know that it s autumn and i missed you through those summer months oh you promised yourself you d stop drinking and i know it s none of my business but you were mighty and graceful when sober but all that gin but all that wine we will always talk this way tired and slightly jaded we will waste our tears and we ll be waiting years for the friends who always promised that they d phone us we will always feel this way faintly optimistic but we will speak the truth and we will never lose oh the feeling that our hearts could be unbroken don t wimp out on me oh i know you ve got the strength of 12 oxen i ve seen you get through these things before just like you ve seen me get through these things before we will always talk this way tired and slightly jaded we will waste our tears and we ll be waiting years for the friends who always promised that they d phone us we will always feel this way faintly optimistic but we will speak the truth and we will never lose oh the feeling that our hearts could be unbroken we will always feel dismayed it will only ever be ok what s the point in getting laid we re waiting for the better days