Lyrics

So I lost my keys again But you leave me out the spare So I lost myself again You're mom's painting over my picture on the wall The floor of your bathroom is cold And I wonder if I slept there would I die The room in my, my time alone And I know that if I slept there I would die Hurt is boring Hurt is boring So is happiness So is happiness Hurt is boring Hurt is boring So is happiness I think I like one more than the other
Writer(s): Michael Samuel Clark Watson, Hannah Eva Ruth Judge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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