| I’m happier in bed
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| Living off the sad song that’s always in my head
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| Prettier in pictures, but the ugliness is there
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| Am I happier with friends?
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| Am I happier with friends —
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| That don’t see you when you’re passed out
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| Drinking on your own
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| A boat with the mast down, pointlessly afloat
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| What did you want from life instead
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| When you’re bored of bumming cigarettes
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| I don’t expect you to stay
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| 'Cause I’m a prick on the best of days
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| I’m sick of trying to change
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| Forever trying to explain myself
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| Like you can’t explain help
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| I’m happier in bed
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| Living off the melancholy, learning from my dad
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| Jesus on the dashboard, crying like a man
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| Lost in darkness, questioning if it’s worth it
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| But me and Jake have learned that
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| I am not a jumper
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| Haven’t got the balls with everyone I love
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| Just waiting for but hallelujah
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| No, I couldn’t do that to ya
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| And I, I don’t expect you to stay
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| 'Cause I’m a prick on the best of days
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| I’m sick of trying to change
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| Forever trying to explain
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| I was starting to lose myself
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| Just give me time, give me time
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| And I’ve been trying to love myself
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| My hope that life, and I
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| I was starting to lose myself
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| Just give me time, just give me time
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| And I’ve been trying to love myself
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| My hope that life, my hope that life |