Pop Song

In the morning
I'm gonna make love to ya
In the evening
I'm gonna pack my suitcase
Then I'm gonna break your fuckin' heart
Then I'm gonna break your fuckin' heart

I hope you don't find this song too sad
I would've made it happy
But the books I read are full of romance
I hope you don't mind the times we had
Couldn't be eternal
But the life I lead is full of chance

In the morning
I'm gonna make love to ya
In the evening
I'm gonna pack my suitcase
Then I'm gonna break your fuckin' heart
Then I'm gonna break your fuckin' heart

And if I know you, you'll hardly try
To comprehend the reason
You will just bend down and tie your shoelace
I guess I need to say goodbye
But if I'm right about you
You'll just hide your fears behind your face

In the morning
I'm gonna make love to ya
In the evening
I'm gonna pack my suitcase
Then I'm gonna break your fuckin' heart
Then I'm gonna break your fuckin' heart

In the kitchen there's a magnet with a purpose
Advertising holidays and holding phone bills to the fridge
In my bedroom there's a photo of an angel
Screaming bloody murder at the animal that also killed my grandad
I'm sorry

In the morning
I'm gonna make love to ya
In the evening
I'm gonna pack my suitcase
Then I'm gonna break your fuckin' heart
Then I'm gonna break your fuckin' heart

I'm gonna make love to ya (in the morning)
Gonna pack my suitcase (in the evening)
Then I'm gonna break your fuckin' heart