Lyrics The Night Before the Morning After - The Hurt Process

The Night Before the Morning After

Your face turned red as you came in from the cold
Why is this so civilized, why is this so…
Where’s the screaming that I’ve come to expect
You put a reassuring hand upon mine
We have had the best times but now we must move on
And if I keep telling myself that this is for the best then
Maybe I can carry on, maybe I can carry on
Break ups are supposed to be insults and screaming
Not conversations and one last night
So where do we go now?
Well… I have to leave