You’re Shit · But I Love You

Full Song, alternative rock, post-grunge, baritone male vocals

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Lyrics by @Mondoshiwa

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Don’t grin.
I brought receipts.

[Verse 1]

Rent on the table.
Amp in the hall.
You found two hundred
for one more valve.

Cupboard door hanging.
Beans in the pan.
You write three pages
on "the modern man."

The bin needs taking.
You start a thread.
Ten thousand words.
One towel on the bed.

[Pre-Chorus 1]

You know the phrases.
You know the pose.
You say, "I hear you."
Then talk for us both.

[Chorus]

You’re shit -
But I love you.
Both halves stand.
No edits, no appeal.

You’re shit -
But I love you.
The second half
isn’t bail.

[Verse 2]

Thursday at seven.
Panel upstairs.
You spoke on labour,
burdens and shares.

I hauled the cases
down three flights.
You took the clapping.
I booked the ride.

Then in the cab:
"Let people speak."
You cut across me
before the next street.

[Pre-Chorus 2]

I fixed your notes.
I paid the fee.
I made your "sorry"
sound sincere.

Not again.
Not through me.

[Chorus]

You’re shit -
But I love you.
Both halves stand.
No edits, no appeal.

You’re shit -
But I love you.
The second half
isn’t bail.

[Breakdown]

Charge one!
You preach care.
I carry the case.

Charge two!
My sentence.
Your mouth.

Charge three!
Rent due.
New speaker.

Charge four!
Three-page apology.
Same towel, same floor.

Case closed?
Not quite.

[Bridge]

Then Mum asked
who I was.
You looked at me.
You didn’t rush.

You peeled an orange
by the bed.
Took off the white bits.
Gave her one piece.

No speech, no lesson.
No one to impress.
One useful thing
done without a witness.

That’s the trouble.
You can do it!

Come on!
Don’t dress it up!

[Final Chorus]

You’re shit -
But I love you.
Both halves stand.
No edits, no appeal.

You’re shit -
But I love you.

Carry your own case
from here.

You’re shit -
But I love you.

Wash the plate.
Pay your share.

Use your own words.
Carry your own gear.

You heard me.
I meant both halves.

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⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ══════ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ 🎶 We are the **StorytellerZ** – the German hub for Suno artists. 🎶 Come join us, connect and become part of our creative hive: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ══════ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ Lyrics by @Mondoshiwa © COPYRIGHT, 2026 @Mondoshiwa, All rights reserved STTZ-CB3D5024305C8272D4A48543 ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ══════ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ Don’t grin. I brought receipts. [Verse 1] Rent on the table. Amp in the hall. You found two hundred for one more valve. Cupboard door hanging. Beans in the pan. You write three pages on "the modern man." The bin needs taking. You start a thread. Ten thousand words. One towel on the bed. [Pre-Chorus 1] You know the phrases. You know the pose. You say, "I hear you." Then talk for us both. [Chorus] You’re shit - But I love you. Both halves stand. No edits, no appeal. You’re shit - But I love you. The second half isn’t bail. [Verse 2] Thursday at seven. Panel upstairs. You spoke on labour, burdens and shares. I hauled the cases down three flights. You took the clapping. I booked the ride. Then in the cab: "Let people speak." You cut across me before the next street. [Pre-Chorus 2] I fixed your notes. I paid the fee. I made your "sorry" sound sincere. Not again. Not through me. [Chorus] You’re shit - But I love you. Both halves stand. No edits, no appeal. You’re shit - But I love you. The second half isn’t bail. [Breakdown] Charge one! You preach care. I carry the case. Charge two! My sentence. Your mouth. Charge three! Rent due. New speaker. Charge four! Three-page apology. Same towel, same floor. Case closed? Not quite. [Bridge] Then Mum asked who I was. You looked at me. You didn’t rush. You peeled an orange by the bed. Took off the white bits. Gave her one piece. No speech, no lesson. No one to impress. One useful thing done without a witness. That’s the trouble. You can do it! Come on! Don’t dress it up! [Final Chorus] You’re shit - But I love you. Both halves stand. No edits, no appeal. You’re shit - But I love you. Carry your own case from here. You’re shit - But I love you. Wash the plate. Pay your share. Use your own words. Carry your own gear. You heard me. I meant both halves.

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