I didn't get al lucky at class, but I know it don't come in a shot glass.
Get on without my guy.
You went back to what you knew,
So far removed from all that we went through.
And I tread a troubled track,
My odds are stacked.
I'll go back to black...
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good.