Feelin’ Low (F*ckboys Blues) lyrics

I want something always, more or less than what I have Could be nothing, but I'll go in luck to be had You couldn't make it up Least I don't think so, as you're coming on And I'm backing up, feeling low All my wretched little recipes are the same Had one cuppa from you, and you'll know me by name You couldn't make it up Least I don't think so as you're coming on And I'm backing up, feeling low Just last Tuesday morning I recalled you at once Your eyes shifting right on Past my dorm, fucking up You couldn't make it up Least I don't think so as you're coming on And I'm backing up, feeling low