Bedroom Floor

Sitting on my bedroom floor
Don’t know what I do it for
Every time you kick the door, what for?

‘Cos you’ll never kick it in
And nobody is listening
Tomber malade mange tout mon frère
And then...

Hate the sound, of what comes out
Open wide, your bitter mouth
Frustration, get things done, over-run, I’m not finished...

Go outside and have some fun
Don’t come back until it’s done
Not the same as when we’re young
Landed on all the clichés
Enjoy them less with passing days
Grow sick of all your friends
And then...

Hate the sound, of what comes out
Open wide, your bitter mouth
Frustration, get things done, over-run, I’m not finishhhhhh

Hate the sound, of what comes out
Open wide, your bitter mouth
Frustration, get things done, over-run, not finished...x2