You linger in doorways
Uncomfortably
It seems to me that always
You're about to leave
Roll corner bedsheets off my bed
Press eyeballs up against eyelids
The problem with being f*cked like you're hated
Is it's hard not to be convinced
The diary, a eulogy of a world famous satire
Oh please, just let me live
Your fingers dig into my lap
And baptize your anger, then fall back to back
If I could rewind the time
I'd stay there in England
We'll have a glass of wine
And watch fatal car crash compilations
All I can see
Is a wasted opportunity
All I can be
Is a diagram for desperation
Want to enjoy sad music
But it's all with the same context
Words they weave and how they choose to use it
Someone else wronged the subject
I wish I'd be
The one who's hurt indignantly
But I can see
The only one who's hurt someone is me
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You linger in doorways
Uncomfortably
It seems to me that always
You're about to leave
Roll corner bedsheets off my bed
Press eyeballs up against eyelids
The problem with being f*cked like you're hated
Is it's hard not to be convinced
The diary, a eulogy of a world famous satire
Oh please, just let me live
Your fingers dig into my lap
And baptize your anger, then fall back to back
If I could rewind the time
I'd stay there in England
We'll have a glass of wine
And watch fatal car crash compilations
All I can see
Is a wasted opportunity
All I can be
Is a diagram for desperation
Want to enjoy sad music
But it's all with the same context
Words they weave and how they choose to use it
Someone else wronged the subject
I wish I'd be
The one who's hurt indignantly
But I can see
The only one who's hurt someone is me
Uncomfortably
It seems to me that always
You're about to leave
Roll corner bedsheets off my bed
Press eyeballs up against eyelids
The problem with being f*cked like you're hated
Is it's hard not to be convinced
The diary, a eulogy of a world famous satire
Oh please, just let me live
Your fingers dig into my lap
And baptize your anger, then fall back to back
If I could rewind the time
I'd stay there in England
We'll have a glass of wine
And watch fatal car crash compilations
All I can see
Is a wasted opportunity
All I can be
Is a diagram for desperation
Want to enjoy sad music
But it's all with the same context
Words they weave and how they choose to use it
Someone else wronged the subject
I wish I'd be
The one who's hurt indignantly
But I can see
The only one who's hurt someone is me
Writer: William Patrick Gold
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.