歌词
One day I woke up as a house
Pressed my windows to your mouth
One word you spoke of as a friend
These walls are cards paper thin
The next day I slept wrapped in a sheet
A floral pattern surrounding me
No one should stay this long in bed
I lie down in the shower instead
And some days we wake up
And everything's perfect
And the sun is shining
And the birds are rhyming
And some days we get drunk
For all the right reasons
We don't need our crutches
We don't need our vices now
Then some days I wake up
And everything's rotten
I don't want to face it
I don't want to function
I just want my crutches
My self-medications
My casket of blankets
My smile and fake it now