（LOVE STORY)FUCKED -UP
In the middle of the night your call wakes me up again
You got drunk, lost your wallet, now you need a friend
Like last time I tell you this must be the very last time
You say of course, I understand, ok, it’s gonna be fine
A few hours later you’re at my door, and I have to let you in
You’ll cry like a little boy, and know you’re gonna win
You say I’m sorry, don’t hate me, I know you must think I’m a creep
But I love you, need you, miss you, then you fall asleep
Needless to say I can’t sleep now, so I lie and watch you
Waste another night thinking back and forth, now I’m through
You moan and mumble in your sleep, then spoon me real tight
I give in for now, close my eyes, and put out the light

No tomorrow will be different from our yesterday
We’ll fight, make-up, you’ll go, and I will beg you to stay
This kind of love we’re making is like a spider’s web
We’re two flies caught in it, fighting ’til we’re dead

For what it’s worth, this fight works both ways
Some nights you answer my calls, and I’ll beg you to stay
Surely we’re too fucked-up to get out of this mess
We’re quite at home in this love/hate web I guess

No tomorrow will be different from our yesterday
This fucked-up drunk love won’t go away
No tomorrow will be different from our yesterday
This fucked-up drunk love is here to stay