Longshot

You fucked it up.
You should've quit.
Til circumstances had changed a bit.
Aaaahhh.

You fucked it up.
You jumped the gun.
I swore you off, but -
You climbed back on.

And when you said,
Of course you know.
Could I be blamed if I'd wished it so?
I don't think so.

You fucked it up.
Or was it you?
Cos when you said it,
I said it too.
What of it?

And all that stuff,
I knew before,
Just turned into,
Please love me more...