she's got a bed for me

right on her shoulder

it sometimes stops me falling over

it's the only thing that let's me go to sleep

 

in another world i'd be her lover

but I wouldn't expect that much of her

i'm happy in the dark playing hide and seek

 

and you might be a loser

you're just the kind of friend I want

someone to make me feel better

and I feel like I'm homeless when you're gone.

 

when I remember she helps me forget

with conversation and cigerattes

all of today is so last week

and she's driving drunk through Marble Arch

just to drink with me in bushy park

let's do this, like we're still 17

 

and I'm glad you're not dead babe,

though I'm suprised that you're not,

I hope we die on the same day

'cause I feel like I'm homeless when you're gone

 

in London it's hard to escape,

phoney friends and corporate chains

they seem to be everywhere I go 

but you're as real as a new tattoo

you're my Bob Dylan and my Betty Blue

and you're gonna make me lonesome when you go

 

and I hate you're lover

you're like a queen with a pawn

oh babe, I wish I could save you

'cause I feel like I'm homeless when you're gone

do you feel like you're homeless when I'm gone

'cause I feel like I'm homeless when you're gone