Couch
I guess I'm staying on the couch today
I guess you're making all the rules
I'll take a push, but you give a shove
And I'm getting weaker by the day
I've always been the one to hesitate
I guess it started getting old
'Cause I'm moving slow and I'm feeling gross
And we're getting staler by the day
Better luck next time
You gotta know by now
We're walking on a thin line
You're pulling out clumps
You sweat in your sleep
It's starting to ache
In the back of your feet
It hurt so bad the second time around
Stayed up all night and I listened to the sound
Of neighbors fighting and you snoring lightly
And thought about all the things
You need so desperately
Honesty is bittersweet
Caught you at a bad time, did I?
You ought to know by now
We're walking on thin ice
And I did everything wrong
I tried my best to stay calm
You're pulling out clumps
You sweat in your sleep
It's starting to ache
In the back of your feet
You're canceling plans
Turning it in early
What's the point of staying late
If they've heard all your stories?
You said "I do this when I'm mad"
You said "I do this when I'm mad"
You said "I do this when I'm mad"
I guess I'm mad
You're pulling out clumps
You sweat in your sleep
It's starting to ache
In the back of your feet
I guess you're making all the rules
I'll take a push, but you give a shove
And I'm getting weaker by the day
I've always been the one to hesitate
I guess it started getting old
'Cause I'm moving slow and I'm feeling gross
And we're getting staler by the day
Better luck next time
You gotta know by now
We're walking on a thin line
You're pulling out clumps
You sweat in your sleep
It's starting to ache
In the back of your feet
It hurt so bad the second time around
Stayed up all night and I listened to the sound
Of neighbors fighting and you snoring lightly
And thought about all the things
You need so desperately
Honesty is bittersweet
Caught you at a bad time, did I?
You ought to know by now
We're walking on thin ice
And I did everything wrong
I tried my best to stay calm
You're pulling out clumps
You sweat in your sleep
It's starting to ache
In the back of your feet
You're canceling plans
Turning it in early
What's the point of staying late
If they've heard all your stories?
You said "I do this when I'm mad"
You said "I do this when I'm mad"
You said "I do this when I'm mad"
I guess I'm mad
You're pulling out clumps
You sweat in your sleep
It's starting to ache
In the back of your feet
Credits
Writer(s): Christine Taylor Goodwyne, Caden Clinton, Nicolette Alvarez, Andrew Anaya
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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