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letra de breakfast in bed - henry jaramillo

[intro]
you’d make a great mother
and you waste so much time
giving your time to breathing sighs
lending your hands to others
mending their wounds
tending to their bruises
finding what works for them
but never what works for you

[verse 1]
oh, if you make a mistake
don’t let it define you
even though you always wait
so there’s never room for error or misuse

[verse 2]
you shouldn’t expect it to break
i know you’re not fireproof
but you got to learn to dance and turn
with all your demons, don’t let them earn their keep
and k!ll your fun
just return
to thе way that you felt
in the sun
[verse 3]
if you only knew
how oftеn i remember you
you’re never forgotten
you’re never not belonging
there’s always a place for you here
so let’s give her a cheer (happy birthday!)
if she moves away, well that’s okay
as long as it keeps her away from the pain

[verse 4]
she looks great in red
you don’t have to say yes
but the power you hold
in scrubs with a pen
is greater than anything that i’ve ever seen before

[bridge]
you got to learn
to leave the table
when love’s no longer being served
don’t let them turn you into a gun
just leave and return to the way that you felt
in the sun

[verse 5]
don’t let anyone ever tell you you’re better off dead
especially yourself
you’re better off without that part of you that wants to
send a message
-knocking on the door-

henry: “oh my f-cking god”
henry: “she’s not home”
wiley: “why?”
henry: “i was in the middle of playing a song, jesus christ”
henry: “she’s at her mom’s house making a puzzle”
wiley: “oh my h-ll, then what do i do now”
henry: “she’s gonna be home soon”
wiley: “well, i guess i’ll just go home and wash my face and stuff”
henry: “she’s gonna be home in a minute”
wiley: “well i still have to [?] to stay the night here”
henry: “okay…well, anyways, i’m gonna finish my last verse, jesus christ”

[verse 5]
don’t let anyone ever tell you you’re better off dead
especially yourself
you’re better off without that part of you that wants to
send a message to someone who just leaves you on read
treats you like less than a guest
stay home you don’t have to pretend
like life is a cakewalk or a trend
just feel what is real and instead of fixing a man
fix your eyes and then
when you’re feeling better
i’ll bring you breakfast in bed
yeah

- henry jaramillo

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