What kind of fuckery is this? You made miss the Slick Rick gig. - Amy Winehouse

I'm a songwriter but she <nowiki>[</nowiki>Katie Melua<nowiki>]</nowiki> has her songs written for her... She must think it's her fucking lucky day... It's not like she's singing old songs like Jamie <nowiki>[</nowiki>Cullum<nowiki>]</nowiki>, she's singing shit new songs that her manager writes for her.

It's not important to me to make other people at ease. I am difficult, but that's 'cause I don’t really give a fuck.

It's okay in the day, I'm staying busy
Tied up enough so I don’t have to wonder, "Where is he?"
Got so sick of crying
So just lately
When I catch myself I do a 180
I stay up, clean the house
At least I'm not drinking
Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking
That silent sense of content
That everyone gets
Just disappears soon as the sun sets
His face in my dreams, seizing my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked to the soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone.