it's way too early in the morning
or is it too late?
i could never get the names or facts or faces straight
let's turn on the radio
and sing along to a song we both hate
is there something wrong with the picture?
it's hard to focus on
feels like it's fleeting, something's gone
the color is fading
i look into your eyes, you stifle a yawn
we watch the sunrise, such a horrid site
black turning golden
i guess this is a place we've both been
i whisper i love you
you say you're glad that we're friends
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