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The sun is bleeding through the blinds we murdered yet another night I close my eyes and swallow pain my body aches like Saturday I'm one to watch and you're one to say "I never really cared" and I'm not coming home tonight so don't wait up cause I bet it never gets this cold in California My eyes are sensitive to sight and my skin burns under the light I shut my eyes and sound the end of what I thought was my best bet and all that's left is left unsaid but I never really cared and I'm not coming home tonight so don't wait up cause I bet it never gets this cold in California I'll count headlights on the way back home each one holds a wish and a secret toll of all the girls who twist my thoughts in ways that make me smile and suffocate and I'm not coming home tonight so don't wait up cause I bet it never gets this cold in California