The Hotbed Of Life Testo
Testo The Hotbed Of Life
I was a shy, I was a shy child holding onto my father's legs
My face turning, my face turned red every time my world got
Turned right upside down, I found a nickel plated coin in my pocket
Oh the floor held me after I stuck it in a socket like it knew I was a child
Doors are meant to close behind you, but I don't want to...
Just like the way the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
When I tried to slam it shut
I used to hang grocery bags up and down, up and down my arms
To impress my mom, now I use them to carry boxes out of my dead dad's house
So I started writing songs about this girl
But now that girl, she's somebody's wife.
Just like the way the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
When I tried to slam it shut
I had marks on the door frame
From when a year brought welcome change
Now it all just feels the same
Just like the way the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
When I tried to slam it shut
Just like the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
When I tried to slam it shut
My face turning, my face turned red every time my world got
Turned right upside down, I found a nickel plated coin in my pocket
Oh the floor held me after I stuck it in a socket like it knew I was a child
Doors are meant to close behind you, but I don't want to...
Just like the way the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
When I tried to slam it shut
I used to hang grocery bags up and down, up and down my arms
To impress my mom, now I use them to carry boxes out of my dead dad's house
So I started writing songs about this girl
But now that girl, she's somebody's wife.
Just like the way the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
When I tried to slam it shut
I had marks on the door frame
From when a year brought welcome change
Now it all just feels the same
Just like the way the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
When I tried to slam it shut
Just like the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
When I tried to slam it shut
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