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In the thick of June I took a friend to bed

Two years, two people naked and dead

I've nothing to prove and everything to dread

The years, the words I thought but never said

But then you

Ruined my birthday

Fucked me and went to sleep

You made a bad taste

Regular, common to me

You held the lighter when I was in a spiral

And if not caring was a sport then

You would hold the title

Aah

You would hold the title

Aah

You would hold the title

Did I speak too soon when I said I wouldn't lose myself?

'Cause I'm in a bad bad place, the 'I love you's don't help

So, you say the problem is me, that we're not on TV

You got a big big screen but I need fantasy

I turn the light on and hope for our survival

'Cause if not caring was a sport then

You would hold the title

Aah

You would hold the title

Aah

You would hold the title

I know you say you love me

But how could that be true?

'Cause if you really loved me

Why do I feel so blue?

Maybe it's all above me

Maybe it's what I lose

'Cause if there was a winner

The title goes to you

Aah

You hold the title now

Aah

You, you, you would hold the title

You would hold the title