What Is Worse

How can you love it, but not yourself? You are far lovelier than 12 of this together And what is worse, what is worse? I'm a terrible mirror, I'll muddle all the colour in you And now I am brimful and living back home They always tell me not to stop in the day But how could they know day-sleeping is good for me? And what is worse, what is worse? I have no money, but I live like royalty And that was September Now I'm feeling the cold And that was the end of a familiar phone call You come to my room to tell me I'm so cruel 'Cause I have no plans to settle down, down What is worse, what is worse? When the face is all we see It's the sounds that unease me And that was September Now I'm feeling the cold And that was the end of a familiar phone call You come to my room to tell me I'm so cruel 'Cause I have no plans to settle down, down Down Down Down Down Down