You think it's funny, don't you

You think it’s funny, don’t you (1st April 2008, 4.21pm)

You think it’s funny, don’t you
You laugh when I tell you
How can you not know
That one was almost a guffaw
Twenty six years old
And you’ve just realised
Well how does that work then
He chewed on his pen
And laughed again
This is what friends are for
Making you feel like shit
When you admit
Your big new secret
That wasn’t so new after all
Well don’t tell everyone
Oh come on
You can’t let that out and then shout
At me for letting it slip
What a dick he is
I thought as I twisted uncomfortably
On the plastic chair
Shuffling the wage slips
As if they were the playing cards
That life just dealt me

You think it’s funny, don’t you
After I’d built myself up to spill my guts
And now they’re laid out on your desk
Like so many eels on a fishmonger’s counter
You’re still laughing at me
As if I’m this walking joke
Rather than the one who was there for you
When your mother died
And held your hand
When you cried over the sympathy cards
In private
Behind closed doors
But this, well, we’re only dealing
With my feelings here
It’s only my life you find funny
I thought that you’d be the one
To sort my head out
And back me up when it came out
And still love me with one more flaw

You think it’s funny, don’t you
I regret this already
When you’ve ceased laughing
I’ll be at home watching
The latest episode of some crap American soap
So when you’re ready
To take me seriously
When you feel you can be
My best friend again
Bring a pizza and a bottle of something
As an apology
And I might not laugh at you
Trying to wield the corkscrew