Bedroom Waltz
In love with an addict
He works fighting fires
He gets paid in forgiveness
And he never gets tired
Tripping on our feet till our hands almost meet and then turn back
To running in circles
We fall over hurdles
Talking in our sleep but forgetting what we said when we wake up
We're almost at take off
We're almost at take off
A bedroom waltz
You smoke smelling salts
It's no one's fault
But it's sort of your fault
I think I've just had it
For the last time
I'll take every bad hit
And I swear that he's fine
I'm fanning the flames
And I'm watching them grow
Just two cups of coffee
And back to the show
Tripping on our feet till our hands almost meet and then turn back
To running in circles
We fall over hurdles
Talking in our sleep but forgetting what we said when we wake up
We're almost at take off
We're almost at take off
A bedroom waltz
You smoke smelling salts
It's no one's fault
But it's sort of your fault
A bedroom waltz
You smoke smelling salts
It's no one's fault
But it's sort of your fault
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
He works fighting fires
He gets paid in forgiveness
And he never gets tired
Tripping on our feet till our hands almost meet and then turn back
To running in circles
We fall over hurdles
Talking in our sleep but forgetting what we said when we wake up
We're almost at take off
We're almost at take off
A bedroom waltz
You smoke smelling salts
It's no one's fault
But it's sort of your fault
I think I've just had it
For the last time
I'll take every bad hit
And I swear that he's fine
I'm fanning the flames
And I'm watching them grow
Just two cups of coffee
And back to the show
Tripping on our feet till our hands almost meet and then turn back
To running in circles
We fall over hurdles
Talking in our sleep but forgetting what we said when we wake up
We're almost at take off
We're almost at take off
A bedroom waltz
You smoke smelling salts
It's no one's fault
But it's sort of your fault
A bedroom waltz
You smoke smelling salts
It's no one's fault
But it's sort of your fault
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
Keep your head up
Reap what you sow
Everything good ends
Credits
Writer(s): Colter Adams, Peyton Semjen
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