Don't Flake Out on Me (Live at the BBC)

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 the 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, 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

All the feeling that our hearts could be unbroken

Don't wimp out on me

Oh I know you've got the strength of twelve 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

All the feeling that our hearts could be unbroken

Oh we will always feel dismay

It will only ever be okay

What's the point in getting laid?

We are waiting for the better days

We will always feel dismay

It will only ever be okay

What's the point in getting laid?

We are waiting for the better days