Footprints on the Floor

Locks of hair on the floor Still waiting for it to grow back so I can go outside Spoiled milk in the fridge, how shameful and wasteful of my selfish mind Why have I been so unkind? I suppose I'm overthinking I have been drinking on Monday afternoon Oo, oo, oo, all my thoughts belong to her She rents a room up in my head, sifting through the drawers Oo, oo, oo, won't you tell me what you find? Cause' all that you have left behind, are footprints on the floor Yellow teeth in the mirror, staring back at me I cannot wait until they all fall out One less little thing to worry about anyway Why have I been so afraid? Perhaps I'll make some marmalade From the pulp of the fruits of my labor Are you still angry about the broken coffee maker? Oo, oo, oo, all my thoughts belong to her She rents a room up in my head, sifting through the drawers Oo, oo, oo, won't you tell me what you find? Cause' all that you have left behind, are footprints on the floor Locks of hair on the floor, still waiting Spoiled milk in the fridge, how shameful I suppose I'm overthinking I have been drinking on Monday afternoon Oo, oo, oo, all my thoughts belong to her She rents a room up in my head, sifting through the drawers Oo, oo, oo, won't you tell me what you find? Cause' all that you have left behind All that you have left behind All that you have left behind, are footprints on the floor