five, six, seven ... fifty)



You fucked it up

You should have quit

'Till circumstances had changed a bit



You fucked it up

You jumped the gun

I swore you off, but you climbed back on



And when you said

Of course you know

Could I be blamed if I'd

Wished it so?

I don't think so



You fucked it up

Or was it you?

'Cause when you said it, I said it too



What of it?



And all the stuff

I knew before

Just turned into

Please love me more

Please love me more

Please love me more