My Friend Peter - Alkaline Trio

I don’t 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