we sit at the Magic Hour
i take gin and he takes whiskey
what he needs, i can't give
that seems to be our history
i'm the worst, i'm cursed, i'm done
we make regrets in the morning
we stay up questioning at night
he provokes, i respond
we fight, i die, i die
i'm the worst, i'm cursed, i'm done
ohhh baby
you know that i
get a little tired of you
of every little thing
when you say that i
i do nothing
nothing nothing at all
nothing at all
you fight, i fight, we die, i die
i'm the worst, i'm cursed, i'm done