Wake Up About 12
Well I've got the same songs on repeat
Pills in the top cupboard that give the pain no relief
Yesterday's clothes, not much else I suppose
Just the milk gone sour in the fridge
See I wake up about twelve, get out about two
With a head full of meds and dreams of you
But you're long gone
I don't know what to say
And if I did it's too late anyway
And I wrote about you, the way that I do
Until I was at my wit's end
And I wrote twelve pages, the way that I do
And not one word made sense.
And I get lonely without you
I knew I would too
But my fears took over even when you were here
I promise it wasn't that I didn't care.
Well I've got the same songs on repeat
Pills in the top cupboard that give the pain no relief
Yesterday's clothes, not much else I suppose
Just the milk gone sour in the fridge
See I wake up about twelve, get out about two
With a head full of meds and dreams of you
But you're long gone
I don't know what to say
And if I did it's too late anyway
I don't know what you saw in me anyway
Yes it's been one of those days
Half the stuff in my flat you gave me
I'm thinking I should throw it away.
It isn't that I don't care, it's just it would hurt to
What's anyone to do
I said I'd treat you different
Look at what I put you through
Well I've got the same songs on repeat
Pills in the top cupboard that give the pain no relief
Yesterday's clothes, not much else I suppose
Just the milk gone sour in the fridge
See I wake up about twelve, get out about two
With a head full of meds and dreams of you
But you're long gone
I don't know what to say
And if I did it's too late anyway
I saw what you wrote about me
I knew I'd regret it instantly
But above all I was just sad really
I wish that wasn't me.
And I wrote about you, the way that I do
Until I was at my wit's end
And I wrote twelve pages, the way that I do
And not one word made sense.
Well I've got the same songs on repeat
Pills in the top cupboard that give the pain no relief
Yesterday's clothes, not much else I suppose
Just the milk gone sour in the fridge
See I wake up about twelve, get out about two
With a head full of meds and dreams of you
But you're long gone
I don't know what to say
And if I did it's too late anyway
Pills in the top cupboard that give the pain no relief
Yesterday's clothes, not much else I suppose
Just the milk gone sour in the fridge
See I wake up about twelve, get out about two
With a head full of meds and dreams of you
But you're long gone
I don't know what to say
And if I did it's too late anyway
And I wrote about you, the way that I do
Until I was at my wit's end
And I wrote twelve pages, the way that I do
And not one word made sense.
And I get lonely without you
I knew I would too
But my fears took over even when you were here
I promise it wasn't that I didn't care.
Well I've got the same songs on repeat
Pills in the top cupboard that give the pain no relief
Yesterday's clothes, not much else I suppose
Just the milk gone sour in the fridge
See I wake up about twelve, get out about two
With a head full of meds and dreams of you
But you're long gone
I don't know what to say
And if I did it's too late anyway
I don't know what you saw in me anyway
Yes it's been one of those days
Half the stuff in my flat you gave me
I'm thinking I should throw it away.
It isn't that I don't care, it's just it would hurt to
What's anyone to do
I said I'd treat you different
Look at what I put you through
Well I've got the same songs on repeat
Pills in the top cupboard that give the pain no relief
Yesterday's clothes, not much else I suppose
Just the milk gone sour in the fridge
See I wake up about twelve, get out about two
With a head full of meds and dreams of you
But you're long gone
I don't know what to say
And if I did it's too late anyway
I saw what you wrote about me
I knew I'd regret it instantly
But above all I was just sad really
I wish that wasn't me.
And I wrote about you, the way that I do
Until I was at my wit's end
And I wrote twelve pages, the way that I do
And not one word made sense.
Well I've got the same songs on repeat
Pills in the top cupboard that give the pain no relief
Yesterday's clothes, not much else I suppose
Just the milk gone sour in the fridge
See I wake up about twelve, get out about two
With a head full of meds and dreams of you
But you're long gone
I don't know what to say
And if I did it's too late anyway
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Writer(s): Izaak Mcneill
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