9am Lyrics

Your love is just messed up

I tell you its ok

You never say sorry

But that's how your heart plays

We're love with no makeup

Its nine in the morning

Cartoons on the TV

And outside its pouring

You tell me to shut up

When you're talking too loud

I clean up the kitchen

I fade into the crowd

Too young to know

Too old for regrets

Your hands grow cold

Too young to know

Too old for regrets

Your hands grow cold

You're a gun with no safety

You're a sugarless toothache

You make me feel boring

I'm made for a heartbreak

We're nyquil and coffee

We're fighting for our lives

You laugh at my drawings

I'll give you bad advice

I get so self-conscious

When you take my clothes off

You don't say I'm pretty

You tell me my skin's soft

Too young to know

Too old for regrets

Your hands grow cold

Too young to know

Too old for regrets

Your hands grow cold

Let's go to bed

Let's give it till tomorrow

It's all in your head

Or it's too tough to swallow

Let's go to bed

Let's give it till tomorrow

It's all in your head

Or it's too tough to swallow

Let's go to bed

Let's give it till tomorrow

It's all in your head

Or it's too tough to swallow

Let's go to bed

Let's give it till tomorrow

It's all in your head

Let's give it till tomorrow