Don't call me a friend, that's a cruel demotion
There are other fish swimming in your ocean
I think I'd rather be a ghost
When we moved on, only I moved on
You still thought about us after I was gone
I'll claw my way out of this house
Buh-ba... buh-ba... buh-ba
Buh-ba... buh-ba... buh-ba
Buh-ba... buh-ba... buh-ba... ba
I could strain some art out of this
But there are just too many lines here to sever
I gave up on flogging my back
But there's a lot of room between not now and never
And I think I might just like this one better
Darling you were happy but I liked it more when
The thought of me made you lonely every morning
I'll claw my way out of this
Mogwai stole my chord progression
And left me only trite expressions
Buh-ba... buh-ba... buh-ba
Buh-ba... buh-ba... buh-ba
Buh-ba... buh-ba... buh-ba... ba
I could strain some art out of this
But there are just too many lines here to sever
I gave up on flogging my back
But there's a lot of room between not now and never
And I think I might just like this one better