Lyrics Trouble

You are a sleazy motel
You wear a halo of hell
When I set foot in your battle
I got my worst example of trouble

Now you're an echo of me
The me that I used to be
You play a wicked guitar
That's all you are good for

You suck in so many ways
And I remember the ways
You were so good to yourself
'Cause there's no one else you care for
No one else you care for