Good Morning, Miss America - Selfish Things

Take your pictures from the wall

No I can’t even breathe

I’m certain now my love is broken

Not sure who I’m meant to be

Winter’s come, but I’m still fighting

Don’t forget my weathered skin

Yeah my hearts still porcelain

So I go

Don’t forget about the days

We spent living in our heads

Building stairs up to the stars

Making love right in my bed

Now to think that you’re long gone

Oh I wish it wasn’t true

God I’m getting over you

God I’m getting over

Life isn’t easy

And love isn’t fair

No I don’t think this means anything

So I go

Good Morning, Miss America

Good morning self destruction

I’m waiting on instructions

To find my way back home

And if you ever need me

I’ll slow down girl, take it easy

Scream your name while I’m on TV

We’ll have a life to call our own

(We'll have a life to call our own)

Terminal complacency

A fake, a boring bride to be

A broken heart, a broken head

A fucking lie, well I’m fucking dead

A silly little girl

With nothing more than just some looks

I’m not okay

No not today

Good Morning, Miss America

Good morning self destruction

I’m waiting on instructions

To find my way back home

And if you ever need me

I’ll slow down girl, take it easy

Scream your name while I’m on TV

We’ll have a life to call our own

Good Morning, Miss America

Good morning, self deception

Good morning, I’m in heaven

Good morning, I’m in heaven

Good morning, this place reeks of

Well every thought I’ve ever had

I hate this world

I hate myself

But I love you so bad