An electric fan That keeps me company tonight It's nights like this make It easy to forget Why we used to fight ...it also makes it easy To forget the words... ...right...
An electric fan That keeps me company tonight It's nights like this make It easy to forget Why we used to fight Love is an ember Born to burn out Well, I wish it would No, I don't feel that good
Lately they blend And blur with the scenery Crowded rooms make it easy To forget I'm lonely The cat puked in my shoe Guess it's fitting it would But i, I don't feel that good
Regret's a useless word Usually I try to avoid it But sometimes it gets so quiet That I can't remember the morals But the part I can't admit When you're thinking out loud Is just a whisper That feels like a shout Oh, god, I made a mistake I can't breathe without you
The cars driving by They throw their lights Against the wall I should go to bed Get out of this chair And turn the tv off Oh goody! I get to go to bed alone! If I could get excited I would No, I don't feel that good
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