25 The Smith Street Band

[Verse 1]
It was so cold in the top room
But I didn't wanna risk waking you
So I let it sit in my feet and my fingers
With everything I burn, the dull ache, it lingers
And I don't know if I'll be able to complete
What other people do each day without noticing
And I don't know if I'll be able to compete
With the way I feel these days about almost everything

[Pre-Chorus]
One bad week for a life of breathing
A few nights lay awake for an eternity of sleeping
I wanna feel it now
Cough me in, breathe me in and spit me out

[Chorus]
I am someone in your passenger's seat
I'm your punching bag
I will let you kick the shit outta me
And I'll hold your hand
I'll be whatever you tell me to be
And I'll understand

[Verse 2]
Breathing out cold air in my own house
And wondering why I could not afford a solution to that by now
And I'm sure everything seems romantic
In reality, it's uncomfortable to deal with
Falling asleep every other afternoon
To the sound of being alone and having nothing to do
And I'm sure moving in straight away made you feel safe
But it probably wasn't great for my mental state