Household Goods

Everywhere I look, I just see you, on your own
All that it took, was one call, from his phone
Forgive me if I'm wrong, but you look shit, all alone
So give me a shot, 'cause I could be, the dog to your bone
Or something

Even after all, all the bad things, that you show
We should be together, share in this love, in my home
I know I'm not wrong, you still look shit all alone
So give me a shot, 'cause I could be

Everywhere I look, I just see you, on your own
All that it took, was one call, from his phone



Credits
Writer(s): Orlando Higginbottom
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