Red Couch
(Phase one)
Become a burden to your colleagues
(Phase two)
Hide in a stall and hope no one sees
(Phase three)
Love bands more than you love yourself
(Phase four)
Attend a musical and cry twice
(Phase five)
Write a song that rips of the musical
And hope that no one notices
Is your Christmas tree real
I swore that thing was fake
I pulled some needles off
And I found that it's not fake
I'm sorry for the mess I've made
I can vacuum it up
If you wanted to sleep, I would not make you stay
So, you can go count sheep
I will be okay
But please, can I stay at your house
I'll sleep on the red couch
Please can you come downstairs
I'm afraid of what I'll do to myself
Tonight is dark, and I need light
Here tonight, tonight
(Phase six)
Lie which leads to guilt and hatred
(Phase eight)
Skip phase seven, just because
I don't even know why
Is your Christmas tree real
I swore that thing was fake
I pulled some needles off
And I found that it's not fake
I'm sorry for the mess I've made
I can vacuum it up
If you wanted to sleep, I would not make you stay
So, you can go count sheep
I will be okay
But please, can I stay at your house
I'll sleep on the red couch
Please can you come downstairs
I'm afraid of what I'll do to myself
Tonight is dark, and I need light
Here tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
I just might...
Become a burden to your colleagues
(Phase two)
Hide in a stall and hope no one sees
(Phase three)
Love bands more than you love yourself
(Phase four)
Attend a musical and cry twice
(Phase five)
Write a song that rips of the musical
And hope that no one notices
Is your Christmas tree real
I swore that thing was fake
I pulled some needles off
And I found that it's not fake
I'm sorry for the mess I've made
I can vacuum it up
If you wanted to sleep, I would not make you stay
So, you can go count sheep
I will be okay
But please, can I stay at your house
I'll sleep on the red couch
Please can you come downstairs
I'm afraid of what I'll do to myself
Tonight is dark, and I need light
Here tonight, tonight
(Phase six)
Lie which leads to guilt and hatred
(Phase eight)
Skip phase seven, just because
I don't even know why
Is your Christmas tree real
I swore that thing was fake
I pulled some needles off
And I found that it's not fake
I'm sorry for the mess I've made
I can vacuum it up
If you wanted to sleep, I would not make you stay
So, you can go count sheep
I will be okay
But please, can I stay at your house
I'll sleep on the red couch
Please can you come downstairs
I'm afraid of what I'll do to myself
Tonight is dark, and I need light
Here tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
I just might...
Credits
Writer(s): Sam Kaffine
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