I woke up thinkin’
There was somethin’ missin’
It bit into my gut

I woke up cold and
Shiver-sober crawlin’
I fell into a rut

The sheets are empty
Streets are callin’
None waitin’ for me
On my way

You were my bread and butter
Messin’ up my bed
My dirty lover
Fingers through my hair

You were my bread and butter
And I’m gonna recover


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