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.
