Room Eleven
note on the door
While the rain washed away heavy days
I realized I was using your toothpaste
Drums on the roof
Ring in another tune, this oneâs too smooth
Mirrors growl at me
Time is a monster thatâs eating me slowly
Waits until Iâm alone
To chew on my bones
Thereâs a page on the floor
you canât fool me no more
Thatâs our song on the floor
I canât sing it no more
The phone is the singer
stealing the show
tells me what Iâll be missing
But what does she know?
Do I know?
I know the real score
You canât fool me no more
I know the real score
You canât fool me no more
Thatâs our song on the floor
I canât hear it no more
I canât stay here
Iâm done done for
I wonât start a war
I left a note on the door
Waiting for
The next show
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