We never want to feel the ways we do. It's not a habit, I'm just trying to get through. I remember when we first met, covered in dust and stale cigarettes. We were sending smoke signals across the room, so i guess maybe I misread the intention again. Said " I'd like to fuck you for a couple of weeks." We do what we got to do. It's not fun anymore, and I'm full of holes. I'm in a bad way, I'm unlovable. It ain't fun anymore, and it's a high shame. I'm unlovable, I'm in a bad way. So, we call each other when we get lonely, and we fool around, with words and phrases, like, "hey cinnamon, will you be my sugar?" Or, " I'm lonely and worn out and sad, will you merry me?" We do what we have to, to get by. It's not fun anymore, and I'm full of holes. I'm in a bad way, I'm unlovable. It ain't fun anymore, and it's a high shame. I'm unlovable, I'm in a bad way. Bad bad way It's not fun anymore, and I'm full of holes. I'm in a bad way, I'm unlovable. It ain't fun anymore, and it's a high shame. I'm unlovable, I'm in a bad way.