it's dark in the morning your car's always freezing you pull your jacket to your chest and you try not to cough as you breathe in yeah you try not to think of him
yeah you seem older i guess it's later the night time is for fucking up but you're probably right if you gotta go probably just say so
i can't believe the things you say you'll figure it out the hard way and we'll be waiting for you
names you don't remember the dead end of pleasure you like to see your name in lights but you've already lost what you barely had why do you like to stay mad?
what's fine in the daytime gets fucked around midnight i love and hate the way you make me feel but it's probably right if you have to go probably just say so