As I kick the autumn leaves walking into town
I feel the cold chill of winter all around
Tugging at my chest, ears and nose turning red
Thinking far too much about those I know who are dead
Wishing I had a chance to tell you
I need you. I don't need you
The taste of alcohol slips down my throat
As I ask the drunk woman at the bar to get her coat
As my blood turns into beer and whiskey
I feel lust take control of me
I look at the woman in my grasp. Oh if she only knew
I need you. I don't need you
Sitting at my desk watching the hours go by everyday
Every time the big hand passes the 12 I get my hourly pay
The figure of numbers that appear in my bank account
Doesn't explain the whole story or what my life is all about
Nor does it say just how much I have gone through
But I need you. I don't need you
My mates' drive to my house picks me up in their new car
We go to our local pub, which is now a trendy wine bar
Sit round a table talk about nothing, just chitter chatter
About things that really don't matter
Friendships, which have lasted decades
But in reality we have all gone our separate ways
Telling each other stories that we know are not true
Thinking I need you. I don't need you
