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Lyrics
Frosty mornings and blood red skyBright lights the coffee shop linePolaroid pictures, awkward addictionsThe blindness its a sign of the times
Weekday problems on weekend walksWarm rain the smell of used booksHole in a jumper, afternoon coversThe bruise from a lovers lips
I need you more than a hole in the headI feel I was born to be inept without wordsNo pleasure of pain without cause for concernI’m not fine, I’m just marginally okayYeah I’m not fine I’m just marginally okay
Morning TV through frogspawn jarsThe school-run in a strangers carWeekly magazines you stopped at issue threePenny sweet wrappers, grazed kneesParents parties through paper wallsThe dogs scratching doors down the hallTeeth under pillows, breath on the windowsThe thoughts from a dying age
I need you more than a hole in the headI feel I was born to be inept without wordsNo pleasure of pain without cause for concernI’m not fine, I’m just marginally okayYeah I’m not fine I’m just marginally okay
Don’t forget this all yetI’m bruised broke at bestRight handed but far to the left
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