Grotesque

Since I've been seeing you, There's a lot more things that I should do. Since I've known your name, I've been so lazy that I should be ashamed, And you should see my place, It's been a mess since I saw your face. I don't know how or why you came, I don't know shit, Don't ven know my name. Well you don't ask me for much, But I'm losing track of half my stuff, Things go without a trace, And your best friend tells me You've got a new place, Well I bet it looks just fine, More than half the things you've got are mine, And I should break your neck, 'Cos I'm losing track, And I'm losing my self respect. Oh now I'm getting mad, For the love of the things I used to have, Yeah now I'm feeling bad, For the love of the girl that drives me mad, All her friends look smug, It's catching on like a virus bug, And she's got some poor mug, She'll get him down and she'll do it again.