Friday, March 23, 2012

I lost my job, I miss my mom, I wish my cat could talk ...


My highs are high, my lows are low
And I don't know which way to go
Every time you leave this house,
Everything falls apart



I can't get myself off the couch
I don't wanna talk to anyone else
Every time you leave this house,
Everything falls apart

I lost my job, I miss my mom, I wish my cat could talk 


Every time you leave this house,
Everything falls apart

Well, I don't love you
But I don't hate you
I don't know how I feel
Well, I don't love you
But I don't hate you
I don't know how I feel


And nothing makes me happy
Not even TV or a bunch of weed
Every time you leave this house,
Everything falls apart

And every time you go away
I feel like I could cry
But I would never really cry because
You're the worst at goodbyes
Goodbyes, at goodbyes




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