Get On With It

Letters To Cleo

Aurora Gory Alice

The Sunday paper is a mess
And I'm not gonna pick it up, you are
If I could just get on with it

It don't matter, my hair's a mess
'Cause you're not gonna fix it up for me, I am
If I could just get on with it

I would take a breath outside myself
A stranger place I couldn't find
And no one knows who I am
And you can't say my name

Can't think of anything else worse
'Cause if I didn't fuck it up, you would
Why can't you just do something right?

Just once, change my mind
'Cause if you can, I'd be the one, you know I am
But you're so blind, you always were
I didn't catch your name

I would take a breath outside myself
A stranger place I couldn't find
And no one knows who I am
And you can't say my name

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