Magic Hour - The Tontons

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