My Friend Peter

I dont care who you've been sleeping with these days, you're out of my hair
 It's growing just above my smiling face that I wear
 Every night I drink myself to sleep
 I'm not thinking about you, not thinking about anything at all
 I don't care who you've been dining with these days, it's more than fair
 Much rather be drinking anyways, with my friend Peter
 Who lives so fucking far away, yet not as far as you
 Even though you live right down my fucking street
 And I'm tired of sleeping with myself
 I'm tired, all these drinks and drugs no longer help
 I'm tired of lying about not thinking of you
 Maybe my friend Peter can tell me what to do
 I don't care who you've been kissing on these days, it's out of my hands
 And in my mouth with such a pleasant taste, I need a beer
 To wash it all away without a trace
 And then I'll drink 23 more to wipe this stupid smile off my fucking face
 I'm tired of sleeping with myself
 I'm tired, all those drinks and drugs no longer help
 I'm tired of lying about not thinking of you
 Maybe my friend Peter can tell me what to do