We never want to feel the ways we do
It's not a habit, I'm just trying to get through
I remember when we first met
covered in dust and stale cigarettes
We were sending smoke signals across the room
so i guess maybe I misread the intention again
said
I'd like to fuck you for a couple of weeks
We do what we got to do
It's not fun anymore, and I'm full of holes
I'm in a bad way, I'm unlovable
It ain't fun anymore, and it's a high shame
I'm unlovable, I'm in a bad way
So, we call each other when we get lonely, and we fool around
with words and phrases, like
hey cinnamon, will you be my sugar Or
I'm lonely and worn out and sad, will you merry me
We do what we have to, to get by
It's not fun anymore, and I'm full of holes
I'm in a bad way, I'm unlovable
It ain't fun anymore, and it's a high shame
I'm unlovable, I'm in a bad way
bad bad way
It's not fun anymore, and I'm full of holes
I'm in a bad way, I'm unlovable
It ain't fun anymore, and it's a high shame
I'm unlovable, I'm in a bad way