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Update: 4:18 p.m.
Your house, the coffee tastes like dirt, not because I'm hurt, no that's just what it tastes like.
Dirt roads, remind me of my skin, not because I'm wasting away with the gravel you've ground in
that's what it feels like.
I won't be sorry, won't go moping around, in fact I'm doing quite well for now.
This tree, lovers heart engraved not because I'm lonely, just because I hate it
Sunshine lives underneath my nose not because I'm burning all my hopes
Scorching all my favors, far as I can turn
And I'm not bitter, I'm not mouthing out words. Look at my face, believe me now
Let's talk about giving up, that sounds so bitter sweet
Think I'll throw in the towel right now
I'll lay low on the ground and I'll be on my feet
When I can breathe, when I'm good and ready
-Agree To Disagree
Update: 4:18 p.m.
Your house, the coffee tastes like dirt, not because I'm hurt, no that's just what it tastes like.
Dirt roads, remind me of my skin, not because I'm wasting away with the gravel you've ground in
that's what it feels like.
I won't be sorry, won't go moping around, in fact I'm doing quite well for now.
This tree, lovers heart engraved not because I'm lonely, just because I hate it
Sunshine lives underneath my nose not because I'm burning all my hopes
Scorching all my favors, far as I can turn
And I'm not bitter, I'm not mouthing out words. Look at my face, believe me now
Let's talk about giving up, that sounds so bitter sweet
Think I'll throw in the towel right now
I'll lay low on the ground and I'll be on my feet
When I can breathe, when I'm good and ready
-Agree To Disagree