Spreadsheet

[Verse 1]
When the sun goes down in the east
The spikes beneath my feet
When the ice burns and the fires freeze
And the moon is made of cheese
It's a mystery, yes indeed
I love the way you lie to me
The prophecy of mystery please

[Chorus]
The shadow in my bedsheets
Steal the lights from my eyes
And maybe if you touch me
If I make it out to fight
You said that it meant nothing
Yeah you let my tears dry
Maybe you should make a spreadsheet
Of all the times you lied

[Verse 2]
My feet used to walk
My head is too [?]
And I cannot make it out my car
I wish that my dog and maybe a stray cat can make it
Easy for my heart

[Chorus]
The shadow in my bedsheets
Steal the lights from my eyes
And maybe if you touch me
If I make it out to fight
You said that it meant nothing
Yeah you let my tears dry
Maybe you should make a spreadsheet
Of all the times you lied