Furniture

I gotta stop apologizing
To the furniture
Carry my stress up in my spine
Doctor looks at its curvature

I'm a mess
But it's alright
Tried to fit my body in the vacuum cleaner
But the air got too tight

And it's not enough to be grateful
You've gotta be great
And I'm sorry I'm so hungry
I've got a lot on my plate
When you breath gets heavy
Your body gets light
I could never make your pupils sore
I'm a sorry-eyed sight
I'm a sorry-eyed sight
I'm a sorry-eyed, sorry-eyed sight



Credits
Writer(s): Maeve Aickin
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