| I’ve got rustled hair and my best shirt lying on the floor
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| And you’re still in my bed
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| It’s barely light out
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| But there’s an aching in my head
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| Left from the night before
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| I forget how you prefer your coffee
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| Pardon me
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| It’s been awhile since our last mistake
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| And you’re still lying there so delicate
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| Like glimmering glass
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| You’re porcelain and I’m afraid to break
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| And knew that you were gone
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| The moment I walked in
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| Figured there’s no need to wait around
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| And talk about the sins that we committed
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| Or the ones still yet to come
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| So we skipped the awkward goodbyes
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| You never were one for convention
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| And I hope someday we meet again
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| Under different circumstances maybe
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| Maybe just as friends
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| Because as lovers I shattered you
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| And even though you’ll never see it
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| Picking up the pieces cut my hands up too |