There's something about a morning without the picture-perfect ribbons in her hair
its raining she knows that she wants to let me in
'cause my dear i can't breathe out here its cold
so tell me why i break in pieces for hopeless reasons
stereo therapy heals my lesions
do you know what it's like to hurt at night for oh no reason?
do you know what its like?
so forget the feelings so few have
she says i love you to death
well forget the feelings so few have
forget our future we don't have…
four-flush and forget i make you feel like a harlot,
does he know i'm here?
so please dear untie me before we
drive that awful extra mile
and at night i dream about that smile and the jealousy that's gleaming on our teeth
there's something about a morning without that perfect picture
fuck you and our future we don't have...