He's Too Quiet - The Bedroom Floor

Woke up on the wrong side of bed again
But there's nothing I can do about it
I'm sick of alcohol as medicine
I think it's time I wear a different outfit
Which mask will you choose today
The past is haunted but the room is crowded
Walk to the door then back away
The last thing I care is how I sounded
When the cold freezes a soul to ice
I could use your fire to melt me
If the voices in my head arrive
A bit of solitude is healthy
When the walls start to bleed
And sadness is the third wheel
When I find it hard to breathe
The last thing I care is how you feel

Lie on your bedroom floor
Your bedroom floor
Your bedroom floor
What are you crying for
You gotta make it right
Lie on your bedroom floor
Your bedroom floor
Your bedroom floor
Listen to your old records
You gotta make this right

Fell asleep alone but I've given up
The things that used to help me think straight
They say give 'em more but I give enough
And that won't take away the headaches
These demons can face themselves
I can't wait to hear what they'll say
You've heard the rumours that I'm not well
Well welcome to the cabaret
I know I messed up but you need to know
I never did it all on purpose
If you could watch it all in slow-mo
You could tell that I was nervous
They say happiness is yours to sell
But it was never mine to purchase
I've heard a rumour that I'm not well
Well welcome to the circus

Written by:
Lex Huckerby, Zack Wisehall

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