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And there's nothing romantic about the hours I keep
The morning when it starts
I don't look so good
Now I got a heavy heart

I talk a lot about football
And girls I kissed in grade 4
I piss off my friends and digging a hole
Just staring at the floor

Now every t-shirt's got a wine stain
I'm loving cigarettes again
I know every tune about guys and girls
And hurts and hearts and moans

I miss you like sleep
And there's nothing romantic about the hours I keep
The morning when it starts
I don't look so sharp
Now I got a heavy heart

It's just a low rent paying
Palpitating pulp under my shirt
But there's a weight that's sitting
Oh, God it hurts, oh, God it hurts

Been watching so much TV
I'm thinner than I should be
I'm like a waterlogged ball
That no one wants to kick around anymore

I miss you like sleep
And there's nothing romantic about the hours I keep
The morning when it starts
Oh, my heavy heart