I used to be happy
I used to wake up in the morning
Awaiting the textual pillow talk i was so accustomed to
Now im lucky to wake up at all
Now im lucky to wake up at all ( all )

I used to love the cold because you hated it and I could always wrap my body around yours and protect you from it's chill
Now every night i freeze to death
Every night i freeze to death
Every night i freeze to death

I used to smile when i see a new picture of you
Now my hands tremble
Cause i know it’s not for me
Am i selfish for that

I used to look forward to finishing a shift
Because i would get to see you waiting for me
On that same fucking park bench
Now i only dread the coming morning
Now i only dread the coming morning
Dream the coming morning

I used to clean my room
Now its waste land of socks and shorts of a shattered heart
I used to complain that i was too happy to write songs
Well you don't have to worry about that anymore
I used to complain that i was too happy to write songs
Well you don't have to worry about that anymore
Don’t have to worry about that anymore

panucci's pizza - reno bambino (The Feline Al Pacino)

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