Breakfast at noon
You bought me fake flowers
I water them too
Laughing for hours
The TV is on
We’re not watching a thing
Your new guitar
Your old worn out sweater
Said we could go far
If you could do better
I know, there’s nowhere left to go
So we just go back to bed
Waiting for something to change you
Breakfast at noon
The milk has gone sour
A waste of a muse
Logging the hours
The TV is on
Acting like nothing is wrong
Breakfast at noon
I cry in the shower
We call it a truce
Give all my power to you
Do you regret what I put you through?
Waiting for something to change you
Let’s go back to the start
Cuz you might just break this heart
The TV is on
We’re not watching a thing
Waiting for something to change you
Let’s go back to the start
Cuz you might just break this heart