I liked you better when you weren't fucked in the head
I liked you better when your Dad was not dead
I liked you better when you played in the band, stood at the back
And weren't off the beaten tracks
I liked you better when you were drunk all the time
I liked you better just before I made you mine
Back then I didn't have to deal with your shit, or this seven year itch
Are we even making progress?
I liked you better when you weren't so afraid
To get out your bed and life your life from day to day
And now you're stuck double dosing this shit
Candle burnt to a wick. Oh I. I liked you better
We used to write letters
