reason 1, 2 and 3 why i hate getting up in the mornings

 
it takes one knock to the noggin to remember that

time

a memory that leaves the taste of iron in my mouth

i wish you weren't so

perfect

i wish you didn't have the answer to everything

any pathetic reason

every little slip of the tongue is just another

undermining

and i'm always the guilty one in the end



i'm always the guilty one