Eternal Sunshine
"I'm sorry" flowers, another disaster
I broke a glass, you cleaned it up
Nobody told me what I'm meant to do after
With all of these pieces swept under the rug
Now I'm sleeping with someone who doesn't make the bed
But he can never hurt me, I don't let him in my head
And nothing is sacred, nothing feels right
I guess I held onto you too tight
I'm not stupid anymore
You stop me at the door
You make your hand a gun
You lie to everyone
I drank all weekend, found a new ceiling
Became someone you could never love
But you slept beside me so I didn't worry
You waited so long to pull the plug
Now you hold your secrets, your bitter poetry
Your encyclopaedic knowledge of everything that's wrong with me
And god, you're so passive, is it in your blood?
You won't fight for a single thing you love
You don't scare me anymore
You stop me at the door
You make your mouth the sun
You swallow everyone
But I won't ever let you find me
I will salt the earth behind me
I will eat up every part of your rotten little heart
It's your fault that I'm alive
And it's your fault I want to die
But I will learn to love this world
I won't be November's girl
Hold your hands out like a prayer
Tell me, what part of this is fair?
Someday you'll carry all this sorrow
But not tonight and not tomorrow
One day you'll miss what you had
And I will make it hurt so bad
Cause I will cut off my own hand before I reach for you again
You keep the rain outside your door
While in my heart, it pours and pours
Tell me how you came to be in and out of love with me
I've got nothing left for you
I am sinking into blue
And I won't dream of you this time, I will have a spotless mind
Witness protection, 5150
You couldn't wait to make the call
Get me sedated, no need to feel guilty
There's nothing you'll be liable for
I broke a glass, you cleaned it up
Nobody told me what I'm meant to do after
With all of these pieces swept under the rug
Now I'm sleeping with someone who doesn't make the bed
But he can never hurt me, I don't let him in my head
And nothing is sacred, nothing feels right
I guess I held onto you too tight
I'm not stupid anymore
You stop me at the door
You make your hand a gun
You lie to everyone
I drank all weekend, found a new ceiling
Became someone you could never love
But you slept beside me so I didn't worry
You waited so long to pull the plug
Now you hold your secrets, your bitter poetry
Your encyclopaedic knowledge of everything that's wrong with me
And god, you're so passive, is it in your blood?
You won't fight for a single thing you love
You don't scare me anymore
You stop me at the door
You make your mouth the sun
You swallow everyone
But I won't ever let you find me
I will salt the earth behind me
I will eat up every part of your rotten little heart
It's your fault that I'm alive
And it's your fault I want to die
But I will learn to love this world
I won't be November's girl
Hold your hands out like a prayer
Tell me, what part of this is fair?
Someday you'll carry all this sorrow
But not tonight and not tomorrow
One day you'll miss what you had
And I will make it hurt so bad
Cause I will cut off my own hand before I reach for you again
You keep the rain outside your door
While in my heart, it pours and pours
Tell me how you came to be in and out of love with me
I've got nothing left for you
I am sinking into blue
And I won't dream of you this time, I will have a spotless mind
Witness protection, 5150
You couldn't wait to make the call
Get me sedated, no need to feel guilty
There's nothing you'll be liable for
Credits
Writer(s): Ruby Mckinnon
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