My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation
And I know that I should let go
But I can't
And every time we fight I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can't
Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone
And got so wasted, what a surprise
Don't want to look at your face
'Cause it's makin' me sick
You've gone and got sick on my trainers
I only got these yesterday
Oh, my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this
Well, I'll leave you there 'till the mornin'
and I purposely wont turn the heating on
and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation
And I know that I should let go
But I can't
And every time we fight I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can't
And every time we fight I know it's not right
Every time that you're upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can't
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