Living Room

Please don't say it, make me write it again We built our houses out of wax and some skin I don't know why I think that it's funny that we will all die But I know that I'm bruising my own hands trying to love you right And I swore that my lungs were collapsible Break on the table, breathe in the afterglow I'm still cold in the morning, I'm still cold in the morning Take me back to your living room floor, but it's empty now It's not the house that I want And your fathers gone, I can't find the bed So I sit on the floor and sink into it You look different now, your hairs bleached to blonde You cut it all off when you were reborn It's how you always should have worn it Something tells me it's just the way you wanted it to look Take me back to your living room floor, but it's empty now It's not the house that I want And your fathers gone, I can't find the bed So I sit on the floor and sink into it I stayed out all night, 'cause you said that's what you always did Right? And when you got sick on the pavement, well this time I kept quiet Your living room floor, your living room floor Take me back to your living room floor, but it's empty now It's not the house that I want And your fathers gone, I can't find the bed So I sit on the floor and sink into it