Couch

[Verse]
Everybody left your home, get disappointed on their own
Why'd you wrap your fingers round a time you could forget about
There's something underneath your couch
Place is warming up just fine
You fill it to the brim at night
Faces greet you at the door
Collecting what they came here for
They wonder what you do it for
It gets so hard to understand
He shoots his foot with his own hand
I do my best to shut my mouth
But I know what he's all about