Voltaire - Girlfriend

It was so much simpler then,
back when I called you my girlfriend.
I would go out on the town
play shows all around,
always knew where I would end;
back in your arms where all would mend.
Now, my wits are at an end
and I’m standing here again.
It was so much simpler then.

It was so much simpler then,
back when you called me your boyfriend.
Though you knew I was a wreck,
wore my key around your neck,
never dreamed that it would end.
But now we’re on and off again.
Now, my wits are at an end
and I’m standing here again.
It was so much simpler then.

And it’s so horrific now,
every time we’re not together.
When I go out on the town,
all alone in a crowd,
all those faces all around.
They ask me, “Do you have a girlfriend.”
They ask me, “Do you have a girlfriend.”
They ask me, “Do you have a girlfriend.”
I tell them, “I don’t know.”
Don’t make me tell them, “I don’t know.”
Don’t make me tell them, “I don’t know.”
Don’t make me tell them, “I don’t know.”