This is fact not fiction

For the first time in years

And all the girls in every girlie magazine

Can't make me feel any less alone

I'm reaching for the phone

To call at 7:03 and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home

But i know it's too late

I should have given you a reason to stay

Here's the day you hoped would never come

Don't feed me violins

Just run with me through rows of speeding cars.

The papercuts the cheating lovers

The coffee's never strong enough

I know you think it's more than just bad luck

Ela não conseguiria dormir. Não daquele jeito. Afastou seus cabelos do cobertor e a abraçou. Pronto, aquecida.