You're no good for me
My formulated [bad word] an acquired taste 
awaits to sate this unrequited love
It tastes so gray, yet necessary to sustain [bad word] Take just enough to get you [bad word] up 
Not so much that it drives you away

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 [x2]

(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 [bad word] to find you crawling through my kick [bad word]  [bad word] 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.  [bad word] crawling back through my regrets to remind me what you said... 
"We're no good at this."