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Skinny Love Lyrics

February days are good for nothing but split lips.
A winter spent exhausted but sleepless,
but I've always heard it called a problem
when someone does something alone.
So I'll just
keep spinning "...Further West"
and I'll get
my five hours a night at best.
At least if I don't wake up in the morning,
my head can't start hurting.

So here's to waking up shaking,
balled up on the floor
of an iced over winter Lake Superior.
Raise a flag at half-mast
and a half-empty glass
in a toast to remembering what it's like
to not have to know she's sleeping somewhere else tonight.
It's quarter past the third double blur on the right
and this apartment's pale, yellow lights
are really bringing out the blue in the bags under my sunken eyes.
I still can't shake this f****** cough
and I still catch myself way too often
hoping that I only have to miss her
till I finally find my way to sleep.
So here's to waking up shaking,
balled up on the floor
of an iced over winter Lake Superior.
Raise a flag at half-mast
and a half-empty glass
in a toast to remembering what it's like
to not have to know she's sleeping somewhere else tonight.
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