"What Is Worse" lyrics

How can you love it, but not yourself?
You are far lovelier than twelve 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
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