Lyrics
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.