Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard your road that sleeps in your skull t-shirt
You said what did you do with him today and sniffed me out like I was tinkering
Cause you're my fella, my guy, hand me your cellar and fly
By the time I'm out the door, you're tearing me down like a rod and more
I treated myself like I knew I would
I told you
I was troubled
You know that I'm no good
Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy
He's in a place but I can't get joy
Thinking on you in the final throes
This is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet the gypsum pitta
You say when we're married cause you're not bitter
There'll be no nothing no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
I treated myself like I knew I would
I told you I would





I was troubled, you know that I'm no good
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
We are how we were again
I'm in the tub, you on the sea
Lick your lips as I sew my feet
Then you noticed little carpet burns
My stomach drops and my guts join
Then you shrug and it's the worst
Oh, true legal, the knife in verse
I treated myself like I knew I would
Said I'm sorry
I've loved SEVENTpoNIO

I was troubled, you know that I'm no good
I tell you, I was troubled, you know that I'm no good
You know that I'm no good