My Idea Lyrics

Well I see that we're coming to the end of the affair
Well, I've one final favour to ask of you my dear
Can we pretend that it was you on the receiving end?
Tell our friends that it was my idea?
I can't adjust to the life of endless afternoon
Which one of us lives in this room
I take a bus to the clinic every Thursday
But the experts won't know what the fuck to do
So if you hear someone calling at the bottom of the stairs
Sing a song to me in a voice that I can hear
Can we pretend that it was you on the receiving end?