This is morning
That's when I spend the most time
Thinking 'bout what I've given up
This is a warning
When you start the day just to close the curtains
You're thinking 'bout what I've given up
Where are yo
She's a pretty girl
She's always falling down
And I think I just fell in love with her
But she will never remember, remember
I can always find her
At the bottom of a plastic cup
Drowning in drunk sincerity
