behind.

feeling the cold on a sunday morning
too early to be out to late to be sleeping
and now i wonder if i want to hear
what the world will say (what the world will say)

my hair is a mess and my underwear's boring
i cant find the words to say how im feeling
and if they will listen to my nothings
maybe i'll stand a chance today (a chance today)

here in my room ive got something going
here in my room is a sense of belonging
wish i could stay here forever
cause here in my room, the world is out there.

stranger sounds of the bedroom

as our heels tap across the floor

as we turn to the music surround our being

lying our way through the suburbs

we forget we're being used

forget all our abuse to a chemical reaction

stranger sounds of the bedroom

coming out to get you

get drawn into its beat and spiral downwards

stranger sounds of the bedroom

where nothing is safe

we abbreviate the minutes & linger in the quick

a pocketful of toxic & a lungful of the burn can't stop it

"never again" you lie for your benefit

smell the musk in dirty dusk

hide from what you'll never know

ignore what the purple will never be

cry cause you dont know what to do with the tears

but youll repeat it, yes youll repeat it

the pleasure and the pain

of what you've lost youll never gain

stranger sounds of the bedroom

sweeter sounding with every second

a door long locked to the world outside

stranger sounds of the bedroom

a story of discarded clothing

whispered slowly in your ear

"never again" you lie for your benefit
smell the musk in dirty dusk
hide from what you'll never know
ignore what the purple will never be

my words are fragile

and i sing to nobody

the dull ache behind my eyes

i dont know what to do with the creatures in my mind

we're in a war

armed with rags for flags

nothing else matters.