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