Letra de Kiss the Cook

You just want what's best for us
But us isn't "us"
Remember we went belly up?
Sometimes enough is just enough
Heard your new guys using
Misuse, abuse, a little bit of boozing:
A recipe to make you kiss the cook
I could write my lonely tune
But I can't write a song for you
Because happiness is much to hard to sing
So I'll just sit here trapped alone
Don't call or text my telephone
The less I know the less I feel the pain
I love my married mother
My three sisters, two baby brothers
The best love of my life is truly free
Whatever you think I'm missing
You're wrong as rain, yeah I've been lifted
Up from the ground, no longer a spirit
I no longer say things when I don't mean it