Mornings are the worst
Some things were and some weren't
The way the dreams still feel like they almost could be real
That's what works
Finding ways to quench this thirst
Trading things for less than they're worth
The way the numbness feels as if it itself is real
That's what works
Mornings are the worst
That's when
The world comes back
That's when the world comes back
Mornings are the worst
That's when
I promise myself
That's when I promise myself
Nothing left behind unsaid
Try - though it hurts - to use your head
The way you liked your drink: a bottle filled with gasoline, dipped in shirt
Unplug, plug back in your heart
You know who you are
A temporary gleam, something I've already seen
That's the worst
Mornings are the worst
That's when the world comes back
That's when the world comes back
Mornings are the worst
That's when I promise myself
That's when I promise myself
That's when I promise myself
That's when I promise myself
Mornings are the worst
Some things were and some weren't
The way the dreams still feel like they almost could be real
That's what works