Too Late

It's too late for this.
Too late for your cuddles and your make it up chat.
I've had it up to here with your love for your cat,
and I know that you slept with my friend.

I can't face it now.
I can't face the lies and the what where and how.
I'd rather not go through another big row,
and I think we should call it a day.

I would rather not talk.
I would rather not go for a sort it out walk.
I really don't care that you called me a dork,
and I don't want to see you again.

I'd rather you went.
I'd rather you didn't help out with the rent.
I couldn't care less what you gave up for lent,
because you still helped yourself to my friend.

It is down to you.
You ripped out my heart and you tore it in two.
If it wasn't for that then I wouldn't feel blue,
and I wouldn't have slept with your mom.