Bedroom Floor
The songbook opens, I begin to write a line or two
But I never know what to write
I try coming up with some concepts that are fresh and new
But it's hard to when it's all the same
Every day and every night
I open my closet and see clothes that I never wear
My shoes the cleanest they have ever been
Time doesn't feel real, dates on calendars are just there
Will this be over or will I still be asking when?
[When] I close my eyes, all I can dream of are dark skies
These white walls are not getting whiter,
These posters remain staying still
The desk lamp is not getting brighter,
The laptop stays on and it's thrilled
Listening to music, I'm not fine as I'm
Curled up on my bedroom floor
In life, I want more
But at this point, I'm not sure
It's possible
(Bedroom Floor/The songbook opens, I begin to write a line or two)
(Bedroom Floor/The songbook opens)
My own therapy is eating 'til I sob
My ideas and feelings are a blurry fog
The only thing making me happy's when I fall asleep
And even then, it's tough to count a single sheep
'Cause when I close my eyes
All I can do is cry
These white walls are not getting whiter,
These posters remain staying still
The desk lamp is not getting brighter,
The laptop stays on and it's thrilled
Watching TV for the billionth time as I'm
Curled up on my bedroom floor
In life, I want more
But at this point, I'm not sure
It's possible
To hold onto realistic hope
Though believing this way is how I can cope
With the fact, there's no more normal
So I guess this is a formal goodbye
To the life I once knew
It's over, finished, it's through
These white walls are not getting whiter,
These posters remain staying still
The desk lamp is not getting brighter,
The laptop stays on and it's thrilled
White walls are not getting whiter, posters remain staying still
Desk lamp is not getting brighter, laptop stays on and it's thrilled
Listening to music, I'm not fine
Watching TV for the billionth time
Wishing this boring life's not mine as I'm
Curled up on my bedroom floor
In life, I want more
But at this point, I'm not sure
It's possible
The songbook opens, I begin to write a line or two
It's difficult to write
But I never know what to write
I try coming up with some concepts that are fresh and new
But it's hard to when it's all the same
Every day and every night
I open my closet and see clothes that I never wear
My shoes the cleanest they have ever been
Time doesn't feel real, dates on calendars are just there
Will this be over or will I still be asking when?
[When] I close my eyes, all I can dream of are dark skies
These white walls are not getting whiter,
These posters remain staying still
The desk lamp is not getting brighter,
The laptop stays on and it's thrilled
Listening to music, I'm not fine as I'm
Curled up on my bedroom floor
In life, I want more
But at this point, I'm not sure
It's possible
(Bedroom Floor/The songbook opens, I begin to write a line or two)
(Bedroom Floor/The songbook opens)
My own therapy is eating 'til I sob
My ideas and feelings are a blurry fog
The only thing making me happy's when I fall asleep
And even then, it's tough to count a single sheep
'Cause when I close my eyes
All I can do is cry
These white walls are not getting whiter,
These posters remain staying still
The desk lamp is not getting brighter,
The laptop stays on and it's thrilled
Watching TV for the billionth time as I'm
Curled up on my bedroom floor
In life, I want more
But at this point, I'm not sure
It's possible
To hold onto realistic hope
Though believing this way is how I can cope
With the fact, there's no more normal
So I guess this is a formal goodbye
To the life I once knew
It's over, finished, it's through
These white walls are not getting whiter,
These posters remain staying still
The desk lamp is not getting brighter,
The laptop stays on and it's thrilled
White walls are not getting whiter, posters remain staying still
Desk lamp is not getting brighter, laptop stays on and it's thrilled
Listening to music, I'm not fine
Watching TV for the billionth time
Wishing this boring life's not mine as I'm
Curled up on my bedroom floor
In life, I want more
But at this point, I'm not sure
It's possible
The songbook opens, I begin to write a line or two
It's difficult to write
Credits
Writer(s): Zari Warden
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