You're no good for me
My formulated drug
An acquired taste awaits to sate
This unrequited love
It tastes so gray, yet necessary
To sustain frustration, take
Just enough to get you fucked up
Not so much that it drives you away
A constant escape
The magnificent restraint that it takes
To stay away, I've no control at all
I constantly dream
The memories invade the things I keep with me
I'm getting high on the roof of the world
You are no good for me
You are the bent and blackened spoon
You are the butane, you are the bedroom
You are the improbable excuse
For the horrible things that I do
You're no good for me
But I guess not bad enough
Because on quiet nights I come to find you
Crawling through my kick drum
Hell bent on deliverance of all the privileges
Of being with you, heaven sent, I crane my neck
To watch you desperately march down my chest, enjoying every step
Emphasized by distances we never intended
You come crawling back through my regrets to remind me of what you said
We're no good at this