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Dads – Bakefast At Piffany's lyrics
Love is bleaching
Bed sheets
Because we could never wait
Love is seeking
Bare feet
Phone calls from other states
Love was
Loved ones
Love was
Loved once
Well, do you
Still forget to
Brush your teeth?
Cause you're too caught up in
The morning
Each eyes peel
Peer into pores
Change of breathing wakes each other up
Now it's cold air
Nobodys laying there
Checking my phone
And going back to sleep
I sleep in a bed and home that we made
But I'm left alone with your scent on pillow sheets
Rearranging furniture to forget my past mistakes
Covering up the walls in an attempt to create
Something that will make me forget who you've become
Something that will make me forget what you've lost
And now it's new meaning
Into inanimate objects
Working towards better health
Or just longer breaths to kill more time
Count the seconds
Count the heartbeats
Count the messages
Count the lack of replies
People we loved
Hurt us
And we make up excuses
To tell ourselves they had to
And that it's all okay
And that they mean well
But why?
I'm going to start doing what I want to do
I'm going to start getting selfish
Bed sheets
Because we could never wait
Love is seeking
Bare feet
Phone calls from other states
Love was
Loved ones
Love was
Loved once
Well, do you
Still forget to
Brush your teeth?
Cause you're too caught up in
The morning
Each eyes peel
Peer into pores
Change of breathing wakes each other up
Now it's cold air
Nobodys laying there
Checking my phone
And going back to sleep
I sleep in a bed and home that we made
But I'm left alone with your scent on pillow sheets
Rearranging furniture to forget my past mistakes
Covering up the walls in an attempt to create
Something that will make me forget who you've become
Something that will make me forget what you've lost
And now it's new meaning
Into inanimate objects
Working towards better health
Or just longer breaths to kill more time
Count the seconds
Count the heartbeats
Count the messages
Count the lack of replies
People we loved
Hurt us
And we make up excuses
To tell ourselves they had to
And that it's all okay
And that they mean well
But why?
I'm going to start doing what I want to do
I'm going to start getting selfish
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