Walls Are Tired

Walls are tired

Of holding the same old ceilings

And 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

And everything, everything she looks at, yeah

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

And everything, everything she looks at, yeah

Don't stare longer

Don't stare longer

Don't stare longer

Don't stare, don't stare longer

Staring, mm, oh

At her eye