misery.

I miss that kind of misery, the kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening, so I ask, am I just dreaming?
I love you so much that it's dripping, dripping from my arms and such
I'm sorry, I know I'm too much to love, to trust, I'm nothing, but

I miss that kind of misery, the kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening, so I ask, am I just dreaming?
You are what I could believe in since I have nobody else
I keep screaming, I keep breathing, it's the living I can't help
It's the misery, 'cause you can tell me how much that you care
And I know it's true but yet you need to get me out your hair

Is what we have special? What's that mean? Why can't you choose me?
Is it greed? This isn't lust, no fairy dust, it's blunt, it's what you see
Misery in knowing I love you and had to leave
The misery that I can't shake, the misery I bleed

I miss that kind of misery, the kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening, so I ask, am I just dreaming?
But it's real, that kind of misery, the kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening, so I ask, am I just dreaming?

Hurts to feel that kind of misery, the kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening, so I ask, am I just dreaming?
How to heal that kind of misery, the kind where you are nice to me?
But only in the evening, so I ask, am I just dreaming?

I miss that kind of misery, the kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening, so I ask, am I just dreaming?
God, I feel that kind of misery, the kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening, why only in the evening?

'Cause I know that you care (I know that you care)
'Cause I swear it ain't fair (and I swear it ain't fair)
I'll slit my wrists and show you, I'll dare to do anything
I love you, I love you with everything

Hurts to feel that kind of misery, the kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening, so I ask, am I just dreaming?
How to heal that kind of misery, the kind where you are nice to me?
The kind where you are nice to me, sometimes

Heal that kind of misery, the kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening, so I wish that I was dreaming
But only in the evening, in the evening
God, I wish that I was dreaming
I miss that kind of misery