Paper towers of vogue and vanity fair They are still standing And the spaces in the bathroom are incredibly bare And it's better this way And I don't miss the sunrise On the colors of your hair And I don't mind the mornings No, not much any more But it hurts to breathe When your perfume's everywhere And it hurts to breathe When the memories are hanging in the air There will be dust on the spice rack in no time at all Tell me, who's around to notice? I won't run from the shower whenever you call And it's better this way And I won't miss the starlight And the clothes you used to wear And I don't mind the moonlight No, not much anymore, no, not much anymore But it hurts to breathe When your perfume's everywhere And it hurts to breathe When the memories are hanging in the air I can handle it, I can handle it I'm getting out more And you know I'm over it I'm so over it, until I close the door And it hurts to breathe When your perfume's everywhere And it hurts to breathe When the memories are hanging And it hurts to breathe When your perfume's everywhere And it hurts to breathe When the memories are hanging And it hurts to breathe When your perfume's everywhere And it hurts to breathe When the memories are hanging And it hurts to breathe And it hurts to breathe