Breathe

Paper towers of vogue and vanity fair They are still standing And the spaces in the bathroom are incredibly bare And it's better this way And I don't miss the sunrise on the colours of your hair And I don't mind the mornings no not much any more no not Much any more And it hurts to breathe, when your perfume's everywhere And it hurts to breathe, when the memories are hanging in the air There will be dust on the spice rack in no time at all Tell me, who's around to notice And I won't run from the shower whenever you call And it's better this way And I won't miss the starlight and the clothes you used to wear And I don't mind the moonlight no not much anymore no not Much anymore And it hurts to breathe, when your perfume's everywhere And it hurts to breathe, when the memories are hanging in the air And you know I can handle it, I can handle it, I'm getting out more And you know I'm over it, I'm so over it, until I close the door And it hurts to breathe, when your perfume's everywhere And it hurts to breathe, when the memories are hanging in the air