...but you are vast

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

You're no good for me

You are no good

You're no good for me

You are the bent and blackened spoon

You are the butane, you are the bedroom

You're no good for me

You are the improbable excuse for the horrible things I do

You're no good for me

You're no good for me

But I guess not bad enough

And 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 what you said

"We're no good at this"