Magic Hour

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