I Am No Good at Love - Noël Coward

I am no good at love

My heart should be wise and free

I kill the unfortunate golden goose

Whoever it may be

With over-articulate tenderness

And too much intensity

I am no good at love

I batter it out of shape

Suspicion tears at my sleepless mind

And, gibbering like an ape

I lie alone in the endless dark

Knowing there’s no escape

I am no good at love

When my easy heart I yield

Wild words come tumbling from my mouth

Which should have stayed concealed;

And my jealousy turns a bed of bliss

Into a battlefield

I am no good at love

I betray it with little sins

For I feel the misery of the end

In the moment that it begins

And the bitterness of the last good-bye

Is the bitterness that wins