Coffee in the morning And wine in the evening And everything else is boring, boring
You are a nothing But all I can think of is you The sun could be shining, But all i can see is a black and blue
Bruises, bruises, bruises, bruises
At the moment, I talked all my way out of that But heavy with feeling, I know that I weigh extra fat Was trying to be sleeping And these always thoughts came to me Was something that took to get me out bed, misery
Make it better, all right Make it better, all right Make it better, Make me better
So shook-ed with feeling I drift back to it easily How did you do it Make more out of nothing of me
Bruises, bruises, bruises, bruises
And when you start counting There's too much to count And it's all repetition And what did we do by the way?
I know it's a warning But all i can think of is coffee in the morning Wine in the evening And everything else is a black or boring bruise, bruise
Make it better, all right Make it better, all right Make me better Make me better, all rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
