Good Morning, Miss America

Take your pictures from the wall
No I can't even breathe
I'm certain now my love is broken
Not sure who I'm meant to be
Winter's come, but I'm still fighting
Don't forget my weathered skin
Yeah my hearts still porcelain
So I go
Don't forget about the days
We spent living in our heads
Building stairs up to the stars
Making love right in my bed
Now to think that you're long gone
Oh I wish it wasn't true
God I'm getting over you
God I'm getting over
Life isn't easy
And love isn't fair
No I don't think this means anything
So I go
Good Morning, Miss America
Good morning self destruction
I'm waiting on instructions
To find my way back home
And if you ever need me
I'll slow down girl, take it easy
Scream your name while I'm on TV
We'll have a life to call our own
(We'll have a life to call our own)
Terminal complacency
A fake, a boring bride to be
A broken heart, a broken head
A fucking lie, well I'm fucking dead
A silly little girl
With nothing more than just some looks
I'm not okay
No not today
Good Morning, Miss America
Good morning self destruction
I'm waiting on instructions
To find my way back home
And if you ever need me
I'll slow down girl, take it easy
Scream your name while I'm on TV
We'll have a life to call our own
Good Morning, Miss America
Good morning, self deception
Good morning, I'm in heaven
Good morning, I'm in heaven
Good morning, this place reeks of
Well every thought I've ever had
I hate this world
I hate myself
But I love you so bad