it doesn’t matter how hard you try to deny
what i can see clearly with my drinking eye.
you know i 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 even much motivation,
just a bit of beer spilt on my playstation.
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’ve shared a school or a street.
you might’ve known him for years
– it makes no odds to me, i just want to see the tears.