LYRIC FOR SALE

By David

I’m trying my best
Be who you want
Your best version of me
Some small scripted fancy font

I don’t think much these days
The thinkin’ gets done for me
All but a stain on a nice beige suit
The boy trapped in the man’s body said she

Strangers in the bedroom
Skeletons in the closet
No love in the kitchen
This wasn’t the house I built for you
Strangers in the bedroom
The roses left unpruned
The rattle in the shutters
And the chill in bed with you

The nights we used to own them
The melodies our best friends
Fresh out of school and swimming in love
But the fun dried up and turned to dust

Strangers in the bedroom
Skeletons in the closet
No love in the kitchen
This wasn’t the house I built for you
Strangers in the bedroom
The roses left unpruned
The rattle in the shutters
And the chill in bed with you

I sneak in all peppered
Too drunk to be neglected
Brace for another round with you
But this time I know
This is where you left us
There is no fight left in you

Strangers in the bedroom
Skeletons in the closet
No love in the kitchen
This wasn’t the house I built for you
Strangers in the bedroom
The roses left unpruned
The rattle in the shutters
And the chill in bed with you