| Giving up on it slowly, letting all the feelings go
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| It’s a permanent maybe, it’s probably gonna be a no
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| I’m ready for, days and weeks
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| On my face, or on my back
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| I said I don’t our love is a mess we both know
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| Nothing to show as far as I can tell
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| We look like we’re undone to me
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| Soggy cheeks and running from me, yeah
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| In a race to get happy, no sign of the leading pack
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| I’m the consummate lonely, I’m there to drink and then head back
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| I wake up at lunchtime, well, I don’t know what you’re talking about
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| And I’m stuck, catatonic once again
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| I said I don’t our love is a mess we both know
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| Nothing to show as far as I can tell
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| We look like we’re undone to me
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| Soggy cheeks and running from me, yeah
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| She looks like she means it, I’m not feeling confident this time
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| Dripping tears on pillows, and an overwhelming sense of fuck this
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| I said I don’t our love is a mess we both know
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| Nothing to show as far as I can tell
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| We look like we’re undone to me
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| Soggy cheeks and running from me, yeah
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| She looks like she means it, I’m not feeling confident this time
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| Dripping tears on pillows, and an overwhelming sense of fuck this |