Yes, I'm drunk.

You've been around, way too much,
but I never really cared,
cause you were never worth it.
Now, we're all cool and friendly,
and I pretend,
I always do,
that I have no clue,
that you are
oh, so lonely,
that maybe the world is too heavy for you to lift.

Well, baby, guess what,
I'm much worse than you,
and when you cry,
oh, when you dare cry,
you should be ashamed.

You got no class,
you never did,
it takes some practice
and oh, what the hell,
it takes some genes.

But it's ok, I love you still
and I cry your sorrow of dafodyls.

That's what I do,
that's what I do.

But don't expect
"I love you too".