Couches Killing Me

Like a ship stuck on the shore
I've been waiting here for more
In the sunlight splattered water
See a daughter hug her father
Somewhere there's a kid
Realizing this is it
Born under a weight
Too heavy for our age

These couches are killing me
But I've slept three sleeps this week in your queen
You swear the vodka leaves us clean
When we fall asleep before we brush our teeth

Like a letter in your drawer
That will never reach their door
In the starlight splattered rafters
Hear the distant scattered laughter
Some swear there's an itch
Beneath their skin between their ribs
Born inside a cage
Our hearts still beat away

These couches are killing me
But I've slept three sleeps this week in your queen
You swear the vodka leaves us clean
When we fall asleep before we brush our teeth

We weren't looking for meaning
We were looking for relief
We were looking for relief
We were looking for relief
We weren't looking for meaning
We were looking for relief
We weren't looking for meaning
We were looking for relief



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Hugh Graham, Michael Samuel Clark Watson
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