Everything will feel better in the morning
The cracks will show images of progress
Victim to truth guilty of blaming you
Getting by on canned vegetables and store brand
I miss the grime of New York on my hands
The endless nights the lack of an appetite
They always say it works out in the end
So why does it feel like my head is caved in
When all that it takes is all that I can give
And you still don’t want to forgive me
I go on without the sound of you asleep
While I'm at your house your white noise machine on
The windowsill struggling to keep still
And wherе does it all go the memoriеs of years
Of making a home underneath my ribs
And while I am yours you belong to no one
They always say it works out in the end
So why does it feel like my head is caved in
When all that it takes is all that I can give
And you still don’t want to forgive me
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