Fairy Tale

Today another letter came
I'm glad to hear from you
Don't even feel like reading it:
Your boyfriend, your convictions,
The records you bought so long ago
And the lack of real spice in your life

It's not my fault
That my life went on
While yours has stopped
Where we once left

We're gonna play a show
In the city that you live in
I don't think I will give you a call
I guess you don't even know
You don't even know our name
Not to speak of these four friends of mine

It's not my fault...