Bruises

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 right