Femme Maison/One Man House

So it’s just chemical
The way you make me feel like a fool
It gets on your skin and in your nose
And now it’s in my mind that I’m just no good
And I’m sure that it’s me
Applying pressure to the seams
Squinting into a mirage
What ever happened to homage?
Now I’m throwing up and I swear
This is exactly where I wanna be
I only wanted you to call
Now I can see straight
And if you do, I have a clue
Why now is too late
Your house has come undone
Give me the ease of a paintbrush
And some vagrancy, monopoly
The conversation is mean and I feel like I’m gonna die
And I hear I’m gonna die
Now I’m growing up
And I swear this is exactly where I ought to be
I only wanted you to come
Now I can see straight
And if you do, I have a clue
Why now is too late
Your house has come undone and
Tired
I’m so tired
I’m real ti-ired
I’m so tired
I’m real ti-ired
I’m so tired
I’m real ti-ired
I’m so tired
I’m real ti-ired
I’m so tired
I’m real ti-ired
I’m so tired
I’m real ti-ired
I’m so tired
I’m real ti-ired
I’m so tired
I’m real ti-ired