The Mourning
I woke up face down on your carpet floor
At 2 p.m. but you were still asleep
But I like your dog so I'll try to ignore
The texts and calls from my family
We drank the rest of my dad's cheap beer
Left the lights on we were unaware
Of time of day or day of year
So we left the house to go no where
Oh well, I guess this is always how it ends
Oh well, it's just pass time we were pass time friends
Oh well, I'm sorry if I was a bit
Hung up or hungover I guess I'll just get over it
I stumbled down stairs, and my hair was a mess
I hid my face, and why my jeans were unbuttoned
It didn't matter, for what I could assess
Your mom made pancakes, and talked about her ex husband
I drank black coffee from a half empty pot
Then I slipped outside because I'm not a good talker
I left your house a bit hungover and thought
No to wake you up, to avoid being awkward
Oh well, I guess this is always how it ends
Oh well, it's just pass time we were pass time friends
Oh well, I'm sorry if I was a bit
Hung up or hungover I guess I'll just get over it
Oh well, I guess this is always how it ends
Oh well, it's just pass time we were pass time friends
Oh well, I'm sorry if I was a bit
Hung up or hungover I guess I'll just get over it
Oh well, I guess this is always how it ends
Oh well, it's just pass time we were pass time friends
Oh well, I'm sorry if I was a bit
Hung up or hungover I guess I'll just get over it
At 2 p.m. but you were still asleep
But I like your dog so I'll try to ignore
The texts and calls from my family
We drank the rest of my dad's cheap beer
Left the lights on we were unaware
Of time of day or day of year
So we left the house to go no where
Oh well, I guess this is always how it ends
Oh well, it's just pass time we were pass time friends
Oh well, I'm sorry if I was a bit
Hung up or hungover I guess I'll just get over it
I stumbled down stairs, and my hair was a mess
I hid my face, and why my jeans were unbuttoned
It didn't matter, for what I could assess
Your mom made pancakes, and talked about her ex husband
I drank black coffee from a half empty pot
Then I slipped outside because I'm not a good talker
I left your house a bit hungover and thought
No to wake you up, to avoid being awkward
Oh well, I guess this is always how it ends
Oh well, it's just pass time we were pass time friends
Oh well, I'm sorry if I was a bit
Hung up or hungover I guess I'll just get over it
Oh well, I guess this is always how it ends
Oh well, it's just pass time we were pass time friends
Oh well, I'm sorry if I was a bit
Hung up or hungover I guess I'll just get over it
Oh well, I guess this is always how it ends
Oh well, it's just pass time we were pass time friends
Oh well, I'm sorry if I was a bit
Hung up or hungover I guess I'll just get over it
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Writer(s): Aaron Koenig
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