As I study the lines/ on the ceiling/ I find the fact you’re unkind/ quite appealing/ I’m feeling/ sure that I have come to the end/ of your tether/ and there’s no such thing/ as happily ever/ after/ it just gets dafter/ goodnight/ you.

You’re beautiful/ I love to watch your face in the morning light/ you’re really cool/ I like the way we fight right through the night/ and the way we used to kiss was way out of sight/ but I can never hope to set you free/ cause you’re my bittersweet bundle of misery.

(Graham Coxon).