Sun Coming Up

My bed won't feel good for me anymore
And the sheets are twisted around my legs and shoulders
My thoughts are twisted
And I'm trying to put anything on you

But I'm sick of writing love gone wrong songs
I'm sick of even trying sometimes
Watching you from the corner of my eye
And the sun coming up
Coming up
Coming up

On the subject of my self-abuse
I'm sure that we could talk, but what's the use?
Everyone wants everyone to listen
But everyone hears only themselves

But I'm sick of writing love gone wrong songs
I'm sick of my mouth too
I don't want to hear yours
So don't listen to mine
And we'll all be just fine
And though we made you love time
Though we made you love
Made you love time

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La la la, la la, la la, la la
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