M.H

It's a cold, cold morning

and the coffee isn't helping

on the bed amongst tangled sheets

is where we left our happiness

 

The records are still playing

to the memory of a party

And your eyes are haunting

as you give me a smile

 

I'll show up one day

when you least expect it

Silently I pray you'll wait

So don't give up on me babe

 

It's a cold, cold morning

and the coffee isn't helping

I won't let us die

So take a walk with me

and let the smoke revive us

The End

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