Sometimes I get lost inside terrible nightmares
so in the morning I drown in caffeine daydreams
I get to wondering that if I ever disappeared
is there anyone out there who would truly miss me?

I feel just like a broken record
or a dried out bed of flowers
There's nothing left that can fix me
not the end of a song, nor an April shower

Some days I feel as sweet as honey or a blue sky
Some days I feel like a selfish son of a bitch
If I ever asked whether this was loving or leaving
would you even know which is which?

We're just like my tattoos
not so easy to remove without a whole lot of hurt
We're either together or apart
nothing in between will ever work
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