Bleach stained bedsheets, coffee in the mornin' time, eyes lookin' tired in the morning or the night light. Tell me this is what I, hope this isn't love like this, ain't waking up like this
I, think I fell apart like three to four months ago, to sum it up the summer stuff is dumb enough to go right off the summit, thought this submit, just bum it through the winter to the spring and get a new to covet, something lovely, I would need all that I can be, became the best that I could. The lowest point I could reach, livin' lifeless as I could. My capital was burning lowercase and point I was so miserable, the things I thought were difficult were no different than my things to do
Started talkin', started singin' again, found my friends that I needed and walked away from the end, and found my pen and I found her, something colorful to contrast the blankets that's been months, and I hope I'll never outlast the—
Purple colored bedsheets, tea up in the mornin' time, eyes lookin' pretty in the yellow-orange sunshine, tell me this is love like, is this what my love life is? I love wakin' up like this (mmm-mmm)

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