And now it's freezing in the bedroom Two dead bodies in the living room
With the TV on Let the feelings go, let the feelings go
I'd rather listen to the sound of breaking glass Than to hear you talk
We used to talk all the time But I never said enough
And now it's freezing in the bedroom
And now I'm sleeping in the guest room
I got my books but I haven't got a clue what to do
Where'd my lover go, where'd my lover go?
I could swear you're not the person that I used to know
She's got me sleeping in the guest room
So now I'm strapped to a bed in a white room
There's a guy who wants to know If there's something I'd like to say to you
So honey you know me, honey you know me When I get like that who knows what will be
So could you plead for me by the 15th?
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