The Tontons - Magic Hour lyrics

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