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 historyi'm the worst, i'm cursed, i'm donewe make regrets in the morning
we stay up questioning at night
he provokes, i respond
we fight, i die, i diei'm the worst, i'm cursed, i'm doneohhh 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 allyou fight, i fight, we die, i diei'm the worst, i'm cursed, i'm done
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