Rome

I turn off the AC 'cause I cannot feel a thing

Underneath my skin, there's a hollow shell of me

I'm subtly switching the signal to turn on Peek

Everything inside of me is looking fairly bleak

I told her I like the way she always seems to care

But honestly I'd rather have her just play with my hair

Sitting on the floorboards of our palace down in Rome

Order us a pizza and a place to call our home

I hear little footsteps, the ones I hear all the time

Dark brown hair and hazel eyes, oh I recognize

Watched you go to sleep last night, I wonder what you dream

Woke up in the morning and I ask you, "How'd you sleep?"

You've gotta go

You've gotta go

Oh no, no