Magic Hour

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