You're no good, you're no good You could kill me and you should I'm an idiot for thinking This was anything but blood On the wall, on the couch On the corner of my mouth You must like being the victim You've done nothing to get out Of this pattern of pain Washed away by the rain You'll forgive me if I promise And do nothing but the same This is life until death Could be my last dying breath But this is love, love, shut up, this is love