I woke up like a broken cup
With all the pieces all mixed up
Got a "fuck off" glance, got the back of your hand
I got an earful of old school trance.
It's the sum, yeah of all I've done
It's just one of those plans that came undone
And I spent the night on the couch
I don't recall much what I do stuck
I see my right hand, yeah on some girl's arse
I tried a nervous laugh, not quite fast enough
You didn't buy it, you just walked away
Tuesday will arrive, holding on to silence every night
Sleeping on the couch all ripped and torn
What's it gonna feel like when you're gone?
It's the enemy inside of me
Oh, oh, it's the enemy inside of me.
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