2 M O R R O W
Ooh
I'm a sucker for your pain
You make it so painful to sleep
And I can't even breathe
You told me there's plenty of time left to live in the moment
Ask me how I'm doing now
It's not great, and I can't even think
I told you there's plenty of time left to worry about tomorrow
You make it rain just to hear yourself say that you're tired of hearing me complain about the weather
I'd make it storm just to start another war that you'd drag on forever