My Beautiful

Wake up every morning to the sound of the radio screaming
6:30, 7:30, 8 o'clock and i got to leave
Walk out on the street with nothing on except the shame of last night
And a number in my hand of a man i don't really need

Where do i fit in
Where is my place here
What do i need to say, what do you want to hear
Where do i fit in
If she's in your bed
Where is my beautiful

Late night, long day, doesn't make much difference to me anyway
You called, i answered, but baby i'm only half awake
Hush little one with you here everything is going to be okay
Is all you say but what if things don't go that way

Where do i fit in
Where is my place here
What do i need to say, what do you want to hear
Where do i fit in
If she's in your bed
Where is my beautiful

It's over, we both know, we're both tired of playing the parts
I said goodbye, you said oh well nothing's really lost
Call every now and then just to hear your voice talk to me
You still say everything's alright but it's not and that's something that you're too blind to see