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... 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 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 incureable malody. I miss the pleasure of your company. You were growing in style. 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 symoathy. 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. Your my incureable malody. I miss the pleasure of your company.