Living Room

Please don't say it, make me write it again
We built our houses out of wax and some skin
I don't know why I think that it's funny that we will all die
But I know that I'm bruising my own hands trying to love you right

And I swore that my lungs were collapsible
Break on the table, breathe in the afterglow
I'm still cold in the morning, I'm still cold in the morning

Take me back to your living room floor, but it's empty now
It's not the house that I want
And your fathers gone, I can't find the bed
So I sit on the floor and sink into it

You look different now, your hairs bleached to blonde
You cut it all off when you were reborn
It's how you always should have worn it
Something tells me it's just the way you wanted it to look

Take me back to your living room floor, but it's empty now
It's not the house that I want
And your fathers gone, I can't find the bed
So I sit on the floor and sink into it

I stayed out all night, 'cause you said that's what you always did
Right?
And when you got sick on the pavement, well this time I kept quiet
Your living room floor, your living room floor

Take me back to your living room floor, but it's empty now
It's not the house that I want
And your fathers gone, I can't find the bed
So I sit on the floor and sink into it