she was kissing somebody who wasn't her boyfriendnshe met him at a bar, he was a hot Australiannshe didn't mean to do it but she liked his accentnand somehow I'm responsiblenthen her friend decided to go home with one of his friendsnthey spent the night at his place in the north of Florencenall she really wanted was to fuck his accentnand somehow I'm responsiblenI've only known you for a monthnshouldn't have taken so long to realize that you sucknI hope you're getting what you wantncheating on your boyfriend and acting like a slutnone's in the corner and the other is laughingnI'm sitting at the bar wondering if I should take actionnthey told me what they wanted but this wasn't an accidentnand why am I responsiblenthat's it, I'm leavingnit ain't worth it for free beernthere's way too many reasons I shouldn't be herenthen one follows me out, and I can see she's in tearsnwhy am I responsible?nI've only known you for a monthnshouldn't have taken so long to realize that you sucknI hope you're getting what you wantncheating on your boyfriend and acting like a slutnwell shame on you, and shame on menshame on your favorite Aussienand I don't know just how this happenednbut I'll blame you, and you'll blame menand then we'll blame societynand I don't care if we're never really ever friends againnI walk her home and tell her not to worrynI'm not a saint and I've been there myselfnbut you gotta tell him or it will eat you emptynyou're not protecting him, you're protecting yourselfnah hell, you blew it kid, it's already donenso go ahead and do whatever you wantncause no matter what you do, it'll always feel wrongnand if it don't feel any differentnthen be pretty sure that there was nothing there all along.