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're no good for me   You're no good for me      (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 that I do.      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."