sofa bed

Andy's gone home to his Johnny boy
I left my keys in his bag, on accident
Now I'll make home on this stranger's sofa bed
His coffee's so black, though not half bad

My dearest pours love to another man
I could say I almost done my fucking best
Now I'll make home on this stranger's sofa bed
His weed stays tucked in that zippie bag

And the Sun's out blessing my other friends
Some work long till the day's end
But I've made home on this stranger's sofa bed
I hope he doesn't really give a shit

My ex found peace in another girl
She's everything I once promised to be
So I'll just be home on this stranger's sofa bed
I'll go when I've cleared my head

(Gum bleeds, gum bleeds, gum bleeds)

I'm sorry for bugging your Sunday, man
Andy's not picking up my calls, I swear
I'll sleep the day off you won't even have to care
It's nice here in your sofa bed
I'll go when I've cleared my head
But it's nice here



Credits
Writer(s): Elisha Qistina
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