Well we never talk of love
'Cause we're much too cool for that now
And you fuck me on the floor
'Cause there's no room for a bed
And you only give me flowers
If they're standing in a closet
And we eat lunch with your parents
While you're wishing I was dead
Well, we never sing of peace
'Cause hope is just for children
And I never hear the choirs
'Cause the music hurts my head
And we gloat at the illusions
In our pretty conversations
And I just can't seem to find out why
My toothbrush smells like dread
Standing in the rain
Everything's the same
Wish I could make tomorrow go away
But we never cry for mercy
'Cause we know there are no angels
And you only talk in whispers
'Cause there's things you could've said
We refuse to do the laundry
That is breeding in the hallway
And the cards are laid for solitaire
In piles of black and red
Standing in the rain
Everything's the same
Wish I could make tomorrow go away
Standing in the rain
The same, the same, the same
Wish I could make tomorrow go away
Wish I could make tomorrow go away
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