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I guess I could
Wake up and say good morning
To the idiot
That lives upstairs with me

I think I could
Pull my hands away
Whenever you feel like
Being nice and holding them

So,
What about your \"girlfriend\"?
Does she know, she\'s the reason
That I don\'t give a shit?
And how\'s your concious?
The thin waist of our age
And it bothers you to care
But I shouldn\'t blame you
I shouldn\'t blame you

You were never
Good with lips
And I would fear
The worse of this
If you could count
The days I\'ve cried
But you know me
I was never good with numbers.

I guess you could
Wake up and say good morning
To the product of
Your sheer ingenius

And when you pull away
You\'re really pushing me away from you
Involuntarily as it is
It keeps me from sleeping

So,
What about your \"girlfriend\"?
Does she know, she\'s the reason
That I don\'t give a shit?
And how\'s your concious?
The thin waist of our age
And it bothers you to care
But I shouldn\'t blame you
I shouldn\'t blame you

You were never
Good with lips
And I would fear
The worse of this
If you could count
The days I\'ve cried
But you know me
I was never good with numbers.

It\'s not
It\'s not my fault I care
It\'s not my fault that we don\'t
See eye to eye
It\'s not
Its not how stupid you are
It\'s just how ugly she is

But that wouldn\'t matter
You\'re JUST LIKE THEM.

Description
I guess I could
Wake up and say good morning
To the idiot
That lives upstairs with me

I think I could
Pull my hands away
Whenever you feel like
Being nice and holding them

So,
What about your \"girlfriend\"?
Does she know, she\'s the reason
That I don\'t give a shit?
And how\'s your concious?
The thin waist of our age
And it bothers you to care
But I shouldn\'t blame you
I shouldn\'t blame you

You were never
Good with lips
And I would fear
The worse of this
If you could count
The days I\'ve cried
But you know me
I was never good with numbers.

I guess you could
Wake up and say good morning
To the product of
Your sheer ingenius

And when you pull away
You\'re really pushing me away from you
Involuntarily as it is
It keeps me from sleeping

So,
What about your \"girlfriend\"?
Does she know, she\'s the reason
That I don\'t give a shit?
And how\'s your concious?
The thin waist of our age
And it bothers you to care
But I shouldn\'t blame you
I shouldn\'t blame you

You were never
Good with lips
And I would fear
The worse of this
If you could count
The days I\'ve cried
But you know me
I was never good with numbers.

It\'s not
It\'s not my fault I care
It\'s not my fault that we don\'t
See eye to eye
It\'s not
Its not how stupid you are
It\'s just how ugly she is

But that wouldn\'t matter
You\'re JUST LIKE THEM.