I pick my wallpaper by hand
Framed that polaroid of my old man
And those dried-up flowers, pressing them took hours
Books I'll never read on my night stand
Then you made my home foreign land
You, ooh-ooh, made me hate my bedroom
You couldn't let me have one nice thing, could you?
Fuck your side of the bed
Get the hell out, or pay me the rent
One lie and a truth, I fucking mi-iss you
And I hate my bedroom
(La, la-la-la, la, la-la-la, la, ah-ah)
Bedroom
Worst break-up I've had at my backdoor
Black mascara stains on my bathroom floor
I'll move away from Santa Monica (Ahh-ah)
It's haunted by the ghost of ya (Ahh-ah)
Trashing my love seat, poisoning my sheets
Fucking up my energy, yeah
You, ooh-ooh, made me hate my bedroom
You couldn't let me have one nice thing, could you?
Fuck your side of the bed
Get the hell out, or pay me the rent
One lie and a truth, I fucking mi-iss you
And I hate my bedroom
(La, la-la-la, la, la-la-la, la, ah-ah)
Bedroom
(La, la-la-la, la, la-la-la, la, ah-ah)
Bedroom
Set fire to my bedroom
Wish I never met you
Set fire to my bedroom
Wish I never met you
You, ooh-ooh, made me hate my bedroom
You couldn't let me have one nice thing, could you? (Bedroom)
Fuck your side of the bed
Get the hell out, or pay me the rent
One lie and a truth, I'm still in love with you
And I hate my bedroom
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