In a sour mood, possibly due to low blood sugar level, plus increasingly late nights. And boy trouble. Or rather, lack of boys. That's the trouble.

Or else, the ones I don't want keep coming back, and the ones I want can't seem to wait to get rid of me. And bombshells being dropped oh so casually.

Oh baby, what a shambles.

Oh and I'll never...
Sever the ties
And fuck forever
If you don't mind
See I'm stuck forever
I'm stuck in your mind, your mind, your mind, your mind.
- 'Fuck Forever', Babyshambles