The Vacuum

Well vacuuming the house on a Saturday night

It doesn't feel quite right does it?

But if you had the choice of whatever you like

It wouldn't make your mind, would it?

And assuming your doubts don't get through to ripe

And you've all the time to quit

Could you turn it around?

Could you make it Right?

Would you mould yourself to fit?

Scoffed at the nightlife

Wanted to sit tight

Back when the words weren't as hard to believe

That was when I had all of the answers

When a night in my room was a cause for relief

Oh alright, here we go

Well vacuuming the house on Saturday night

It never felt quite right did it?

But if you had the choice of whatever you like

It wouldn't make your mind would it

And you'd call around

Or you'd write a text

But you trained your friends

To not answer them

So if you had the choice of whatever you like

It wouldn't rewrite that

It wouldn't let you see them

Scoffed at the nightlife

Wanted to sit tight

Back when the words weren't as hard to believe

That was when I had all of the answers

When a night in my room was a cause for relief

Yearned for a spotlight

Wanted to look bright

Who in their right mind would point it at me?

Needed to be forthright

Speak with some foresight

But how could I do that comfortably?

You're taking me out right onto a limb now

You're taking me out right into the leaves

You're taking me out right onto a limb now

You're taking me out right into the leaves

Well vacuuming the house on Saturday night

It never felt quite right did it?

But if you had the choice of whatever you like

It wouldn't make your mind would it

And you'd call around

Or you'd write a text

But you trained your friends

To not answer them

So if you had the choice of whatever you like

It wouldn't rewrite that

It wouldn't let you see them

Wouldn't let you see them

Wouldn't let you see them