Sour Times - PORTISHEAD

To pretend that one can find,
Fantasies and morning rose,
Forbidden fruit, hidden lies,
Courtesies that I despise,
In me

Take a ride, take a shot now,
'Cause nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do

Covered by the blind belief,
That fantasies of sinful screams,
Bear the facts assume the dye,
End the vows no need to lie
Enjoy

Take a ride, take a shot now,
'Cause nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do

Uh, Am I what and why?
'Cause all I have left is the memories of yesterday,
Oh these sour times

'Cause nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do

After time the bitter taste,
Of innocence disintegrates,
Scattered seed, buried lives,
Histories of our disguise,
Reborn,
Circumstance will decide

Not like you do

'Cause nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do

Nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do...