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There's something about a morning without the picture-perfect ribbons in her hair

Its raining she knows that she wants to let me in

'cause my dear I can't breathe out here its cold

so tell me why I break in pieces for hopeless reasons

Stereo therapy heals my lesions

Do you know what it's like to hurt at night for oh no reason?

Do you know what its like?

So forget the feelings so few have

She says I love you to death

Well forget the feelings so few have

Forget our future we don't have…

Four-flush and forget I make you feel like a harlot,

does he know I'm here?

So please dear untie me before we

drive that awful extra mile

And at night I dream about that smile and the jealousy that's gleaming on our teeth

There's something about a morning without that perfect picture

Fuck you and our future we don't have...