Dying of yearning Dripping fucking wet It's so fun in the morning leaving your bed Back to where I belong with my giant broken hearted love song
And if it's all the same in the morning after we're both well feed the only thing the heart craves is what's been left unsaid And our bodies speak in volumes in and out of bed But I'm getting fucked now, pretty darling And still starving for what's not been said
And why can't we be glad And lift every little brick piece we had And why sad so easy, baby when you have nothing left to say to me And I wish you for the same And I wish I could run away And live where I belong with my giant broken hearted love song
Too many times in a day wanting to say Feels like a stranger in front of you saying those words ‘I love you'
Sighing this morning I drowned in my bed happily ignoring my common sense Safe where belong with my giant broken hearted love song