How can you love him 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 I'm living by all 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 Familiar football Come to my room to tell me I'm so cruel Cause I have no plans to settle down Down Instrumental What is worse What is worse When the faces are easy It's the sounds that earn me sleep And that was September Now I'm feeling the cold And that was the end of Familiar football Come to my room to tell me I'm so cruel Cause I have no plans to settle down Down Instrumental Instrumental