Poor Waking Hours

Poor waking hours, they hardly stand a chance
There's no following the dreams of what we should've had
As days drag on I can't figure my way through
How I lost you over on 12th Avenue

Sarah, can't no one care about you deeper than I do
Sarah, are you aware of how my heart keeps breaking for you
Sarah, that's damned unfair of you to treat me like your fool
Still you do and I'm scared that there's no getting over you

Was never one for these Sunday afternoons
Don't help to know exactly where you are and what you're doing
Again ignored you try to trick me but I'm sure
You've got your phone in hand goddammit why won't you just answer it

Sarah, can't no one care about you deeper than I do
Sarah, are you aware of how my heart keeps breaking for you
Sarah, that's damned unfair of you to treat me like your fool
Still you do and I'm scared that there's no getting over you

A ways over your shoulder
We could be so much closer
But I know I'm not the only one

Sarah, can't no one care about you deeper than I do
Sarah, are you aware of how my heart keeps breaking for you
Sarah, that's damned unfair of you to treat me like your fool
Still you do and I'm scared that there's no getting over you

Poor waking hours, they hardly stand a chance



Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Shea
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