Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy, he's in a place, but I can't get joy thinking on you in the final throes this is when my buzzer goes, run out to meet your chips and pitta, you say when "we're married", cause you're not bitter there'll be none of him no more, i cried for you on the kitchen floor.  i cheated myself like i knew would i told you i was trouble you know that i'm no good.

                                                                   (Amy winehouse)