The Hotbed of Life

I was a shy, I was a shy child holding onto my father's legs
My face turning, my face turning red every time my world got
Turned right upside down, I found a nickel plated coin in my pocket
Oh the floor held me after I stuck it in a socket like it knew I was a child

Doors are meant to close behind you, but I don't wanna
Just like the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
When I tried to slam it shut-ut-ut

Oh oh oh
Ooooh, oooooh, ooohoh
[x2]

I used to hang grocery bags up and down, up and down my arms
To impress my mom, now I use them to carry boxes out of my dead dad's house
So I started writing songs about this girl
But now that girl, she's somebody's wife

Just like the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
When I tried to slam it shut-ut-ut

Height marks on the door frame
From when a year brought welcomed change
Now it all just feels the same

Oh oh oh
Ooooh, oooooh, ooohoh
[x2]

Just like the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
Just like the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
When I tried to slam it shut-ut-ut

Oh oh oh
Ooooh, oooooh, ooohoh
[x2]