Sweet Spot

As you say

It's not a feeling

That has come up yesterday

That you think I ignored

As you say

It's been a while

Since we've been laughing honestly

I see it taking over

As you say

It's not a feeling that has come up yesterday

I guess that I ignored

Now I see

It's been a while

Since we've been laughing honestly

It's the sweet spot that we lose

Am I a waste of space to you

And a body that you're trying to wrap around?

I fucking hate the mornings when we fight

I can't argue if you cry

Shackled in a blanket watching sports TV

Do you think I'm fake?

Do you really think I am when you say it?

Do you see it?

Every time you're packing up your stuff ready to go

It's usually the second that you say you knew it all

It's the sweet spot that we lose

Am I a waste of space to you

And a body that you're trying to wrap around?

I fucking hate the mornings when we fight

I can't argue if you cry

Shackled in a blanket watching sports TV

The memo on my fridge has nine faces drawn on it

That company and audience that waits for me to quit

Or make one last mistake while digging out the grave

Is that surrounding making you feel safe?

It's the sweet spot that we lose

Am I a waste of space to you

And a body that you're trying to wrap around?

It's the sweet spot that we lose

Am I a waste of space to you

And a body that you're trying to wrap around?

I fucking hate the mornings when we fight

I can't argue if you cry

Shackled in a blanket watching sports TV