The Pleasure of Your Company

I told you once or twice
That you’d have to pay the price
It’s been going on too long
I had a feeling something’s wrong
I miss the pleasure of your company
I miss the pleasure of your company
I miss the pleasure of your company
I miss the pleasure of your company
You never laugh the way you did
And you’re insulting me instead
And now I hardly know your face
I’m avoiding you in case
I can never show much sympathy
I miss the pleasure of your company
I’m running dry on my empathy
I miss the pleasure of your company
I tried to wipe you from my memory
I miss the pleasure of your company
You’re my incurable malady
I miss the pleasure of your company
You were growing old in style
But you just lost that childish smile
And if I had to make a guess
You left an awful bloody mess
I miss the pleasure of your company
I miss the pleasure of your company
I can never show much sympathy
I miss the pleasure of your company
I’m running dry on my empathy
I miss the pleasure of your company
I tried to wipe you from my memory
I miss the pleasure of your company
You’re my incurable malady
I miss the pleasure of your company