I dont care who you've been sleeping with these days   You're outta my hair   It's growing just above my smiling face that I wear   Every night I drink myself to sleep   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 dont 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