Alien Ant Farm

Wiping the sleep from my eyes
Waking up to no surprises
The feeling of compromise
Telling you my dear, you don't brighten my day
Step into the water cold
These mornings are getting old
Turning the motor over again and again
I just have to get away
My mother told me that
There would be days like this
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And it's true
There's no feelings
Shackled to the sheets that
Bind me to you,
No more dreaming
1, 2, 3 Bad Morning
Turning and tossing at night