Under the Bed

Last night she slept under the bed
Tryna' stay dry from the clouds in her head, cause in
Her room at the end of the hall
There is a storm coming out of her walls
Frames of a past life hang in a line
The clock isn't wrong it's just showing old time
The lights fall on George Street
Has she been thinkin' about me?

She smokes when she drives
She's mean sometimes
She's not gonna change cause she already tried
Sick of the pain
So she's drinking again
Whatever it takes to stay out of the rain
Stay out of the rain

She fell outta New York and into a cloud
It's been half of a decade and she's still coming down
And I think it's sad that she's not doing well
I'd write about it but it's not my story to tell
Plan an escape with the ghost in the stairs
He'd run away but nobody cares
Tell me something untrue
"It's not a ghost that haunts you"

She smokes when she drives
She's mean sometimes
She's not gonna change cause she already tried
Sick of the pain
So she's drinking again
Whatever it takes to stay out of the rain
Stay out of the rain

She smokes when she drives
She's mean sometimes
She's not gonna change cause she already tried
Sick of the pain
So she's drinking again
Whatever it takes to stay out of the rain

And it's dark on the run
When you're chasing the sun
Pretending is something that she does for fun
Hard on the road
With nowhere to go
An empty apartment, she's not coming home

And I'm sick in the head
Better leave me for dead
Cause I am the ghost hiding under the bed
Under the bed