when i wake up you'll be crying,
what a way to start the day.
you would kill to hear me laughing,
at the stupid things they'll say.

"this will all be over soon, you'll be given time to heal."
but as your lights go out tonight you'll know that they were right.

you're the closest thing to perfect,
and i'd love to hear that you're working,
if i can't hope to hear it was worth it.

in a year i'll still be trying to deny the things i knew,
if you catch me with my guard down, i'd still might try for you.

if love means pity on the streets of the city then call me out now.
if love means pity 'cause your smile is pretty then pack it up,
pack it up.

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