It's the mornings that I seem to do the best
When you call and I pretend that I am fine
And I'm thinking it'd be good to take a rest
And I'm thinking it'd be good to cut the line
I am out here always waiting on a song
I am waiting for the nothing I know
I've been waiting for a soul then along
I was waiting but my nothing never showed
Give me someone strong
Give me something real
An' give me someone broken
Something that I can feel
I don't know why I need these things
I know a girl, she's as pretty as the sun
And she paints a different colour every day
And she knows just how to make me come undone
And I'm thinking it'd be nice to love that way
Give me someone strong
Give me something real
Give me someone broken
Someone I can feel
I don't know why I need these things
I don't know why I need these
Things to come and shake me up
An' tell me I'm alive
I need these signs to come and wake me up
And show me to get by
I need these things to shed a light on
The nothing thats inside
These broken eyes of mine
I wonder what's inside of mine
I had a friend, but I just had to let him go
And he sank down to the bottom of his field
I cut him loose so you would never have to know
What it's like to live with monsters around here
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Give me something wrong
Give me something real
Give me someone busted
Something that I can feel
I don't know why I need these things
I don't know why I need these things
I don't know why I need these things
I don't know why I need these things