I feel the dead move
I feel so dead to you
It seems I can't refuse you yeah
In my bedroom
I got my bed blues
I just need my head room
It feels I can't refuse you yeah
In my bedroom
Just drop the tempo
You sing crescendo
You got my head rolling
Maybe I'm dead to ya
Maybe I'll let you go
Playing pretendo
Like nintendo
If I let you
Then I'll let go, yeah
Bedroom
I feel the dead move
I feel so dead to you
It seems I can't refuse you ya
In my bedroom
I got my bed blues
I just need my head room
It feels I can't refuse you yeah
In my bedroom
Your innuendo
We could be everything
Or anything
If we let go
You bite your pillow
Fog in the window
I'd give my life for you
Straight from the get go
But you burnt a lot of bridges
Got a f*cking lot of issues
Blown a lot of kisses
Now you running out of tissues
I feel that like I need you
I feel that I don't need you
Got up and tried to leave you
Is this what we agreed to?
I cannot deal with the complaining
Being stuck in this shit ain't entertaining
You're like a weapon in the night
Come and stab me in the eyes
Yeah you stab me with your knife
Then you look me in the eyes like
Bedroom
I feel the dead move
I feel so dead to you
It seems I can't refuse you ya
In my bedroom
I got my bed blues
I just need my head room
It feels I can't refuse you yeah