No Tomorrow from Tough Love by Sour Bitch

What a day, what a day, why it feels like yesterday, it‘s still you, no one else
You blame me, who else, just me and no one cares anymore who hurt you, who closed the door
What a day, what a day, why it’s still me over again

It smells like cliché baby don’t you think
You‘re the best, I’m the worst, let’s have a drink
Fine, I’m leaving, wish you a better girl
With no soul, with more holes

What a day, ain’t it fun? You’re the one who’s on the run
And I’m still here, thinking clear
Ain’t it fun? But this is real
And no one cares anymore who hurt you who closed the door
What a day, ain’t it fun? You’re the one who’s on the run

So no tomorrow, no tomorrow, it’s just you and me and God
Save your sorrow for tomorrow and keep your head up high

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