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She's broken up with him inside her head
She's just waiting for the moment, that precious moment, to let him know
Sharing make-up with a stranger in unfamiliar beds
It's good for me, I'm sure, I'm sure it's good for me
I thought
I'd do anything you ask of me, that's sure
What for?
My fingers pressed until they're sore, it's so
You said:
"It's crazy we used to do this sober"
You wake up and thank God it's over
Just, please, just let me go
She's just waiting for the moment, that precious moment, to let him know
Sharing make-up with a stranger in unfamiliar beds
It's good for me, I'm sure, I'm sure it's good for me
I thought
I'd do anything you ask of me, that's sure
What for?
My fingers pressed until they're sore, it's so
You said:
"It's crazy we used to do this sober"
You wake up and thank God it's over
Just, please, just let me go
(Warsaw) The place that she got her first kiss
Is now a vaccination clinic
(Warsaw) Sat around a new Smeg fridge
Singing, "We're, oh, so apathetic!"
(Warsaw) Smiling, laughing, watching movies
Lying, spread-out floral duvet
(Warsaw) Looks at you with earnest grace
And says, "The fuck it is we're doing?"
I hate to say I told you, but your habits wreck your head
If not for fear of deep vein thrombosis
I'd be there too, I guess
She just smiles at me, then waits a bit
Like guillotine, she says:
"Sometimes home is a cigarette
You're too straight-edge to get it"
I'll do anything you ask of me, that's sure
What for?
My fingers pressed until they're sore, it's so
You said:
"It's crazy we used to do this sober"
You wake up and thank God it's over
Just, please, just let me go
(Warsaw) The place that she got her first kiss
Is now a vaccination clinic
(Warsaw) Sat around a new Smeg fridge
Singing, "We're, oh, so apathetic!"
(Warsaw) Smiling, laughing, watching movies
Lying, spread-out floral duvet
(Warsaw) Looks at you with earnest grace
And says, "The fuck it is we're doing?"
It doesn't get any better
You can try and try
But you're just a cog in the machine
Apathy comforts me like a cell comforts an inmate
It won't get better, I assure you
Make no mistake, we're all going to end up in the dirt
I'll be seeing you soon
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
And it gets a little easier
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
You can try and try
But you're just a cog in the machine
Apathy comforts me like a cell comforts an inmate
It won't get better, I assure you
Make no mistake, we're all going to end up in the dirt
I'll be seeing you soon
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
And it gets a little easier
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
She hopes to God that I just choke
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