You’re No Good at Being Sober

[Verse 1]
You're no good at being sober
I'm no good at playing fair
So we have sex in your bedroom
But you're never really there
When we see each other next month
I will ask you in your car
"Do you really hate me that much?
You need to drink to get hard"

[Chorus]
Why do I get the feeling
If you could be anywhere else, you would?
I pick a spot on the ceiling
So you can't see that I don't feel good