Feelin' Low (F*ckboy Blues) - Peach Pit

I want something always, more or less than what I have

Could be nothing but I’ll go and look to be had

You couldn’t make it up

Least I don’t think so

As you’re coming on

And I’m backing up feeling low

All my wretched little recipes are the same

Add one cup of from you and you’ll know me by name

You couldn’t make it up

Least I don’t think so

As you’re coming on

And I’m backing up feeling low

Just last Tuesday morning I recalled you at once

Your eyes shifting right on past my dumb fucking mug