I'm drunk, bruised I'm not OK and I haven't been And there's no comfort to find in you So much colder than you've ever been November was never good to us And the cold still bites my skin, lover I never knew such emptiness, togetherness, restlessness... I know I've been a bad one But I'm fucked up for a reason I know I've been a bad one But I'm fucked up for a reason And I won't apologise No I won't apologise Sometimes silence is crueller than words And you whip me with your nothingness Again and again and again I stab that dagger in your side Force you to bleed out all your pride Ask for mercy, for mercy I know I've been a bad one But I'm fucked up for a reason I know I've been a bad one But I'm fucked up for a reason And I won't apologise No I won't apologise All this broken glass I think it's time that I packed my bags You can keep our couch I think it's time that I'm checking out And this is shaking down And I don't think I can stick around I'm drunk, bruised I'm not OK and I haven't been I know I've been a bad one But I'm fucked up for a reason I know I've been a bad one But I'm fucked up for a reason And I won't apologise No I won't apologise And I won't apologise No I won't apologise