| I’ve been obviously on the verge of a mental breakdown this week
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| Stuck between your dirty sheets and back-lit memories
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| And I’ve been putting off things like getting my shit out of your apartment
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| I’ve been making up excuses about the things that you might need
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| And I’ve been trying to find out where everyone’s been
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| But they’re nowhere and I’m nothing
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| And I’ve been trying to stay as busy as I can
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| I finally broke on Christmas Eve
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| In an Outback Steakhouse bathroom while my family ordered for me
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| Haven’t been losing sleep, no I pass out almost instantly
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| The bad dreams get worse every week
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| I think I’m losing a little of me
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| I’m getting better, but it’s in small steps
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| I’m working on sleeping on the left
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| I just can’t blame New York for this
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| And so I’m down again, but this time it’s different
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| I’m mourning something that I miss
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| And that’s better than being hopeless
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| I’m counting back on all my mistakes
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| From the back of the cop car where you told me you loved me
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| Cause after that night, I got scared and I’m sorry
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| But hey, what can I say?
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| And I’ve been trying to find out where everyone’s been
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| But they’re nowhere
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| I’m still nothing
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| And I’ve been trying to find old friends
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| I’m getting better, but it’s in small steps
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| I’m working on sleeping on the left
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| I just can’t blame New York for this
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| And so I’m down again, but this time it’s different
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| I’m mourning something that I miss
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| And that’s better than being hopeless
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| It’s getting weird to think
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| About the house on Manton Street
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| And how neither of us live there
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| It’s probably empty
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| She watches Breakfast at Tiffany’s, it calms her completely
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| I guess Sarah Marshall does the same for me
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| It’s nothing when she’s leaning on me and saying she’s sorry
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| I’m obviously on the verge of a mental breakdown this week
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| I’m getting better, but it’s in small steps
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| I’m working on sleeping on the left
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| I just can’t blame New York for this
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| And so I’m down again, but this time it’s different
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| I’m mourning something that I miss
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| And that’s better than being hopeless |