I crawled through tunnels, bus stops, mountain tops
'cause it ain't true life, no one settles up on top

And nobody stays home
And the basement keeps the cold bones

And I had a pumpkin darling a year ago this spring
And as the air gets thick and warm I miss everything

And I've been sexed up
And I've been messed up

But I'm no good at bein' alone (I'm no good at bein' alone)
I'm no good at bein' alone (I'm no good at bein' alone)
I'm no good at bein' alone (I'm not good at bein' alone)
I'm no good

So let the dogs out, don't shout, I'll sweep the dead
Just put your [?] on and I'll do the rest
I'll patch the cells on the boat inside my brain oh

So bring the [?] don't care
You know I'll be here for you if you are ever there
On the train home, the salty salty sea oh

But I'm no good at bein' alone (I'm no good at bein' alone)
I'm no good at bein' alone (I'm no good at bein' alone)
I'm no good at bein' alone (I'm not good at bein' alone)
I'm no good