Music: Meg Chandler
Spiders in my room are doing better than me
They think that I'm dull
They're watching from the ceiling
Everybody else is buying homes by the beach
But I can't pay the bills I'm lacking serotonin'
Touch and go, told you so, trying too hard
Glass beside my bed half empty since October
Hid my dreams in my sleeves, then call it art
Find them when I'm gone and call them mediocre
I'm hanging off the end of my bed
Acting like I'm right on the edge
To feel a rush of blood to my head, my head, my head
0o oo oo, I just can't break though
I've got room to improve
And you know what I hate it
No no no, in your glass house home
I just wanna throw stones
And you know what I hate it
Call me out ask how I am
I don't wanna talk
Hiding in my room avoiding conversation
Swore that I would make a change
But failed what a shock
Climbine up the walls up the walls
I'm out of motivation
I'm hanging off the end of my bed
Acting like I'm right on the edge
To feel a rush of blood to my head, my head, my head
Oo oo oo, I just can't break though
I've got room to improve
And you know what I hate it
No no no, in your glass house home
I just wanna throw stones
And you know what I hate it
Wait, I can't
I'm the worst kinda patient
Wait, I can't
Yeah you know what I hate it
Wait, I can't
I'm the worst kinda patient
Wait, I can't
Yeah you know what I hate it
Oo oo oo, I just can't break though
I've got room to improve
And you know what I hate it
No no no, in your glass house home
I just wanna throw stones
And you know what I hate it
Oo oo oo, I just can't break though
I've got room to improve
And you know what I hate it
No no no, in your glass house home
I just wanna throw stones
And you know what I hate it