Laying in bed, it's four a.m.
Smoking cigarettes
And listening to that song I do when no one else's around to hear it
Can't help but feeling twenty years past my age
It's five a.m., I'm spent
And screaming because there's no one else here to hear it
They say it'll pass
Because nothing lasts
But it's time to get out of bed and I'm not done crying yet
Feeling like the best has come and gone
Turning in sheets just about as empty as they can get
And I'm screaming, crying, listening to that same old song
Because no one's here to hear it
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