If you leave early
No one's coming out to get you
Once you're gone
We'll forget you were here and there
I get up early
Make a list and go on back to bed to dream
You're slicing up my face
You like my hair
And that's all that matters

It's too early
Bed of hands
still we can't fall asleep for too long
Forget while we're here, not over there

It's not crazy anymore
Every bus ride’s such a bore
I miss that shiny downtown whore
That I was before

It's not crazy anymore
Every bus ride’s such a bore
I miss that shiny downtown whore
That I was before

Oh misery
What would I have if you didn't have me
Oh Misery
Who are you going to move when you can't touch me
Oh misery
Who do you love if you didn't love me
Try me, I'm really not a whore...