You and me are sitting on your windowsill
It's four and you work in the morning
It's cold as shit and you suggest we should crawl into bed
But that's so boring
You said pour out your empty heart, pour out your empty head
But that's so boring
Last night I wanted to die
Oh I don't know
But I guess I'm alright
You and me are laying in your bed
It's twelve you decide to call in
Suddenly we're stumbling down the street so we can eat
But that's so boring
An empty cup, an empty cup, another empty cup
But that's so boring
Last night I wanted to die
Oh I don't know
But I guess I'm alright
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