You're no good for menMy formulated drugnAn acquired taste awaits to satenThis unrequited lovenIt tastes so gray, yet necessarynTo sustain frustration, takenJust enough to get you fucked upnNot so much that it drives you awaynnA constant escapenThe magnificent restraint that it takesnTo stay away, I've no control at allnI constantly dreamnThe memories invade the things I keep with menI'm getting high on the roof of the worldnnYou are no good for menYou are the bent and blackened spoonnYou are the butane, you are the bedroomnYou are the improbable excusenFor the horrible things that I donnYou're no good for menBut I guess not bad enoughnBecause on quiet nights I come to find younCrawling through my kick drumnHell bent on deliverance of all the privilegesnnOf being with you, heaven sent, I crane my necknTo watch you desperately march down my chest, enjoying every stepnEmphasized by distances we never intendednYou come crawling back through my regrets to remind me of what you saidnnWe're no good at this