Here's to you, my dear...

If I say I didn’t love you

I’d be lying to myself

I wanted to hold you forever

I’d follow you to the gates of hell

But I was never the one you needed

And the only one who couldn’t tell

Your style makes you look good

But it’s your head that needs to get well

You’re so good to look at

A guy just gets stuck

A volt of bad energy

And a mindless good fuck

So here’s a word for you my dear

For those cold but I guess not lonely nights in the city

Money will make you happy now

But it won’t make you any less shitty