You cleaned off the bloody dagger Zipped your own body bag And traced the outline of our love, used up all the chalk you had Now I´m back and, big surprise
Like clockwork and the midnight chime To see if you´ll forgive me, though you know inside
I´m not good for you I´m not good for you I´m not good for you I´m not good for you I´m not good for you
Pickin´ up where we left off You said I´m like a smoker´s cough And just about each time you tell yourself that you swore off the sauce I end up back in your lungs You end up back on my tongue What are we supposed to do? I know it´s true
I´m not good for you I´m not good for you I´m not good for you I´m not good for you I´m not good for you