How I’d like to take her outside Under bad light, blind drunk, doe eyed But I’m no good for her No, I’m no good for her
Fingers sliding up and down her legs Tidal waves, hurricanes, avalanches in my head But I’m no good for her No, I’m no good for her I’m no good for her With a twisted brain
The way my bed springs creak at night Half eaten pieces of food The way she wore her hair that night These little things I’d almost forgotten
Well, these little things they bother me Send the blood crashing, raw in my ears These little things they bother me I cannot sleep; I just turn, turn, turn
What kind of love is this? She says What kind of love is this? She says What kind of love is this? She says What kind of love is this?
But I’m no good for her No, I’m no good for her I don’t love her I just love the pain