Walls Are Tired
Russian Red
Walls are tired of holding the same old ceilings
Words have found their way to stay in and they don't let out feelings
It's written badly, but verses say she's mad and creepy
And the rest of things we kind of know
They say there'll never be a girl like her again
With her socks up to her knees and her obsession 'bout bees
And with her eyes that she uses to touch
Everything, everything she looks at
Cups are tired of being filled with the same coffee
And the floor can't stand that people stepping on won't even say sorry
They say there'll never be a girl like her again
With her socks up to her knees and her obsession 'bout bees
And with her eyes that she uses to touch
Everything, everything she looks at
Don't stay longer staring at her eyes