Been watching so much TV I'm thinner than I should be I'm like a waterlogged ball No one wants to kick around anymore An all-day morning hairdo That no comb can get through It's all granola and beer A calling card and a silk cut souvenier I miss you like sleep There's nothing romatic about the hours I keep The morning's when it starts I don't look so sharp Now I got a heavy heart Talk a lot about football The girls I kissed in grade four Piss off my friends Digging a hole just staring at the floor Now every t-shirt's got a wine stain I'm lovin' cigarettes again I know every tune about guys and girls and hurts and hearts and moons I miss you like sleep Ain't nothing romantic about the hours I keep It's the mornings when it starts I don't look so good Now I've got a heavy heart It's just a low-rent paying, palpatating, puff inside my shirt But there's a way it's been sitting so hard, god, it hurts oh no, it hurts