been watching so much tv
i'm thinner than i should be
i'm like a waterlogged ball
no one wants to kick around anymore
an all-day morning hairdo
that no comb can get through
it's all granola and beer
a calling card and a silk cut souvenir
i miss you like sleep
there's nothing romantic about the hours i keep
the morning's when it starts
i don't look so sharp
now i got a heavy heart
talk a lot about football
the girls i kissed in grade four
piss off my friends
digging a hole just staring at the floor
now every t-shirt's got a wine stain
i'm lovin' cigarettes again
i know every tune about guys and girls and hurts and hearts and moons
i miss you like sleep
ain't nothing romantic about the hours i keep
it's the mornings when it starts
i don't look so good
now i've got a heavy heart
it's just a low-rent paying
palpatating
puff inside my shirt
but there's a way it's been sitting so hard
god
it hurts
oh no
it hurts