Lyrics of Magic hour

We sit at the magic hour
I take gin and he takes whiskey
What he needs, i can't give
That seems to be our history

I'm the worst, i'm cursed, i'm done

We make regrets in the morning
We stay up questioning at night
He provokes, i respond
We fight, i die, i die

I'm the worst, i'm cursed, i'm done

Ohhh baby
You know that i
Get a little tired of you
Of every little thing
When you say that i
I do nothing
Nothing nothing at all
Nothing at all

You fight, i fight, we die, i die

I'm the worst, i'm cursed, i'm done