Wrapped in comforters
Sweatin' through sheets
Drinkin' coffee in the morning
Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast seas
And your house is made of wood
Central air, central heat
You've got your furniture of particle board
Your doors are locked for, for safety
And you walk in leather shoes
Pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt
And you do what you do
'cause doing, you start to form a habit
And you drink all night long
And you sleep through the morning
And if something doesn't break
I'm just gonna go, go fucking insane
Away
And you sweep up the floor when it's dirty
You do the dishes, when the sink's full
And when the refridgerator's empty
Well it's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, to go the store
You put your books on a shelf
Clothes arranged in the closet
You hang the things on the wall that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten
I hate these songs
I hate the words
That the singer is singin' to me
I hate this melody
I hate this stupid fucking drum beat
But I'm not gonna tell anyone
What I'm really thinking about
Keep the conversations on the surface
Just keep on smiling
Just keep on saying
Everything's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright [x2]
Alright [x11]
Sleep on pillows made in Singapore Wrapped in comforters Sweatin' through sheets Drinkin' coffee in the morning Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast seas And your house is made of wood Central air, central heat You've got your furniture of particle board Your doors are locked for, for safety And you walk in leather shoes Pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt And you do what you do 'cause doing, you start to form a habit And you drink all night long And you sleep through the morning And if something doesn't break I'm just gonna go, go fucking insane Away And you sweep up the floor when it's dirty You do the dishes, when the sink's full And when the refridgerator's empty Well it's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, to go the store You put your books on a shelf Clothes arranged in the closet You hang the things on the wall that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten I hate these songs I hate the words That the singer is singin' to me I hate this melody I hate this stupid fucking drum beat But I'm not gonna tell anyone What I'm really thinking about Keep the conversations on the surface Just keep on smiling Just keep on saying Everything's gonna be alright It's gonna be alright [x2] Alright [x11] Explain Request ×
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