Standing on the edge of morning,
scent of sex and New Found Glory
playing as she's pulling back her hair.
She drives away she's feeling worthless
used again, but nothing's different
she'd stay the night but knows he doesn't care.
Home by three
deafening quiet,
the porch light's off
yes they forgot it,
she'd cry herself to sleep
but she don't dare.
And she
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