Hugh Cornwell / the pleasure of your company

I told you once or twice
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 laughed the way you did
And you're insulting me instead
Now I hardly know your face
I'm avoiding you in case
I could 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
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 could 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
I miss the pleasure of your company