You look different this morning
And you suddenly seem strange
You say we've already run out of steam
The bed on your side is made
Alone You had breakfast too
I think everything here is well thought out
You say you've thought about it
And you understand everything now
And that it doesn't make sense to you anymore
You ask if we'll see each other again
Maybe in some café
It would be up to you the time to leave
And then you look at my face
And say, I hope I don't hurt you
Pack up your things and get out
You're not here anymore House
And don't give a fuck about staying friends
You say that you'll soon have other friends
If you leave town
You'd have way too much with me missed
You would definitely come back again
Don't know exactly when
But there is also a telephone
Pack up your things and get out
You're not at home here anymore
And fuck staying friends
And when I go into my bathroom'
And see your stains on my mirror'
Then I realize that I Don't admit to myself
That I was never really alone
Not a day in the last year
But your love wasn't

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