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