I Am No Good At Love my Heart Should Be Wise And Free i Kill The Unfortunate Golden Goose whoever It May Be with Over-Articulate Tenderness and Too Much Intensity
i Am No Good At Love i Batter It Out Of Shape suspicion Tears At My Sleepless Mind and, Gibbering Like An Ape i Lie Alone In The Endless Dark knowing There's No Escape
i Am No Good At Love when My Easy Heart I Yield wild Words Come Tumbling From My Mouth which Should Have Stayed Concealed; and My Jealousy Turns A Bed Of Bliss into A Battlefield
i Am No Good At Love i Betray It With Little Sins for I Feel The Misery Of The End in The Moment That It Begins and The Bitterness Of The Last Good-Bye is The Bitterness That Wins