You're really far too pretty
You're really not hopeless enough
If you want to die these days
You've got to have some serious flaws
You're really far too hopeful
But you're not hopeless enough
So get out of my sight, friend of mine
And I shall say nothing more

Don't preach romance and tragedy
When all you've been is redundant
And you couldn't even see the flames
Of a burning village
From a half mile away

Don't you dare try to tell me
Anything
Because I said it all to you
In coffee shops
And long, tearful telephone exchanges.

I'd apologise for my conduct
But I'm not saying a word to you
And when I see you
I shall personify charm
And dignity
And I shall not weep.
I shall just say it's smoke in my eyes.