8 Hours

I used to talk real smart about handling heartbreak Could write a book "Ten Ways To Get You Back To Your Feet" I thought the recipe to find something worth living for Was just a pinch of sun and a long nightly routine And you'll be gone out of my system I just have to blink three times And your silhouette won't listen every time I start to cry If I get eight hours I'll be good tomorrow If I get eight hours this will all be over All I needed was somebody, just a body Someone to get over again I even started smoking, took one hit Now I'm afraid that I might be a stoner You'll be gone out of my system I just have to blink three times And your silhouette won't listen every time I start to cry If I get eight hours, I'll be good tomorrow If I get eight hours this will all be over Turns out I'm missing the point When I wake up to your car parked down the street And cry in the mirror I know I made the right choice But it doesn't change the fact that I'm lonely And you'll be gone out of my system I just have to blink three times Cracked the code on to forget the one who taught me how to cry It only took six months and eight hours Oh Oh Oh Oh