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Chain smoking in the middle of my living room Like we did holed up in that hotel room Hiding from our friends cause she thought it was best if no one knew Day drinking in the middle of the afternoon Like we did in that dorm room with no view I should've known then but I guess I never had a clue Because we laughed and we sobbed And I tried and I tried But she never could swallow her own pride And as I'm standing here watching her say goodbye I know I'll always think about Her fingertips on my knee Floral couch 30 degrees I'll get used to the agony But right now it seems I can't breathe Hope the closure sets her free Hope she thinks about what she did to me But I don't really care if she's sorry I don't really care if she's Laying with him in the middle of her living room Playing all the bands that I introduced her to Singing all the words to "Navy Blue" Heartbroken in the middle of a nice June Stopped drinking cause the rum tells the truth Stopped sleeping and I'm running on fumes Cause now it's worse than I thought And it's eating me alive Never crashed this hard even from a high But I think that I'll survive I'm gonna be fine, maybe with time Maybe learn my lesson this time She'll always be somewhere in my mind I'll always think about Her fingertips on my knee Floral couch 30 degrees I'll get used to the agony But right now it seems I can't breathe Hope the closure sets her free Hope she thinks about what she did to me But I don't really care if she's sorry I don't really care if she Regrets everything she said when she spilled her guts from the alcohol Oh God what a wake-up call to find out that she never loved me at all Hope the closure sets her free Hope she thinks about what she meant to me But I don't really care if she's sorry I don't really care if she's Flashing back to apartment 5 Where we ruled the world for a very short time Before I learned she was a heartbreak in disguise And I don't really care if she's a god damn liar I don't really care if she still uses my old lighter Or if she ever puts out this fire Cause I know I'll always think about Her fingertips on my knee Floral couch 30 degrees I'll get used to the agony But right now it seems I can't breathe Hope the closure sets her free Hope she thinks about what she did to me But I don't really care if she's sorry I don't really care if she Regrets everything she said when she spilled her guts from the alcohol Oh God what a wake-up call to find out that she never loved me at all Hope the closure sets her free Hope she thinks about what she meant to me But I don't really care if she's sorry I don't really care if she's
Writer(s): Katherine Victoria Powell, Wolfgang Pander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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