This Little Room
My god, this room is so small
Underwater laughter fills the walls
Your smile is a trap and I'm too gullible for that
This mind has started to crack,
this chair has glued me down, glued me down
Life's too short to be so sad
Sometimes I wish it was shorter, don't spare me pity, don't feel bad
It's half communication, and half a lack
It's bodies causing friction, and snow against my back
What can be done
Thorns of roses slash my thighs
The yellow light it hurts my eyes
I'll up and run
I can try and try, but I'll run clockwise
And end up back inside this little room
Holding hands and touching hearts
You're all so deeply loving while I sit so far apart
A wise man told me once don't hold your breath
Don't hyper fixate, you never know how much time you have left
What can be done
Thorns of roses slash my thighs
The yellow light it hurts my eyes
I'll up and run
I can try and try, but I'll run clockwise
And end up back inside this little room
I've never drank, never burnt my tongue
But I imagine a world
In which I blacked out and this night was barely
Tangible or bold
I've never felt quite at home
But never felt so far
Until I sat right here and disappeared
And cried in the yard
What can be done
Thorns of roses slash my thighs
The yellow light it hurts my eyes
I'll up and run
I can try and try, but I'll run clockwise
And end up back inside this little room
Underwater laughter fills the walls
Your smile is a trap and I'm too gullible for that
This mind has started to crack,
this chair has glued me down, glued me down
Life's too short to be so sad
Sometimes I wish it was shorter, don't spare me pity, don't feel bad
It's half communication, and half a lack
It's bodies causing friction, and snow against my back
What can be done
Thorns of roses slash my thighs
The yellow light it hurts my eyes
I'll up and run
I can try and try, but I'll run clockwise
And end up back inside this little room
Holding hands and touching hearts
You're all so deeply loving while I sit so far apart
A wise man told me once don't hold your breath
Don't hyper fixate, you never know how much time you have left
What can be done
Thorns of roses slash my thighs
The yellow light it hurts my eyes
I'll up and run
I can try and try, but I'll run clockwise
And end up back inside this little room
I've never drank, never burnt my tongue
But I imagine a world
In which I blacked out and this night was barely
Tangible or bold
I've never felt quite at home
But never felt so far
Until I sat right here and disappeared
And cried in the yard
What can be done
Thorns of roses slash my thighs
The yellow light it hurts my eyes
I'll up and run
I can try and try, but I'll run clockwise
And end up back inside this little room
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Writer(s): Violet Bowdle
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