Crime In Stereo - ...But You Are Vast lyrics

You're no good for me my formulated drug
An acquired taste await's
To sate this unrequited love
It tastes so gray, yet necessary
To sustain frustration
Take just enough to get you fucked up
Not so much that it drives you away

A 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
You are the bent and blackened spoon
You are the butane you are the bedroom
You are the improbable excuse for
The horrible things that I do

You're no good for me
But, I guess not bad enough
Because on quiet nights I come to find you
Crawling through my kick drum
Hell 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
You come crawling back through my regrets
To remind me what you said:
"We're no good at this"