作曲 : Thomas Leithead-Docherty/Ruben Pol
Smoke is filling up your parent's car
Something's not feeling right or is it who we are?
You're causing 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, do you think I'm
Bed sheets in the morning
How can you hear me wit your head in sand?
I'm sick of falling out, why can't you understand?
Back to the start again, worse than 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, do you think I'm
Smoke is filling up
The words are slipping out
I wish that this was different
I know I would have worked it out
Tell me, do you think I'm
Bed sheets in the morning
Tell me, do you think I'm
Bed sheets in the morning