They're pickin' up pieces of me,
While they're pickin' up pieces of you.
Lying on ice you will be before the day is over.
It's a case in point baby,
That you never thought it through.
Stupid me, to believe I could depend on stupid you.
And on the tip of my tongue,
Were, words that always came out all wrong.
'Cause they were drowned in Southern Comfort,
Left to dry-out in the Sun,
The noon-day Sun.

Kings of medicine - Placebo