作曲 : Ruben Pol/Thomas Leithead-Docherty

Smoke is filling up your parents car

Something not feeling right or is it who we are?

You're casting shade again been here before

I wanna turn around cause somehow I want more

Fights in the night air

And drunken words slipping out

Will we ever learn?

You don't ever play fair

With dirty words under our, bed sheets in the morning

Tell me

Bed sheets in the morning

How can you hear me with your head is sand

I'm sick of falling out

Why can't you understand?

Back to the start again, worse than before

I thought you'd know by now

I needed something more

Fights in the night air

And drunken words slipping out

Will we ever learn?

You don't ever play fair

With dirty words under our, bed sheets in the morning

Tell me

Bed sheets in the morning

Smoke is filling up

And words are slipping out

I wish that this was different

I know I would have worked it out

Tell me

Bed sheets in the morning

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