Bedroom

I picked my wallpaper by hand
Framed that Polaroid of my old man
And those dried up flowers
Pressin' them took hours
Books I'll never read on my night stand
Then you made my home foreign land

You made me hate my bedroom
You couldn't let me have one nice thing, could you?
Fuck your side of the bed
Get the hell out or pay me the rent
One lie and the truth, I fuckin' miss you
And I hate my bedroom

La, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, ah
Bedroom

Worst breakup I've had at my back door
Black mascara stains on my bathroom floor
I'll move away from Santa Monica
It's haunted by the ghost of ya
Trashing my loveseat, poison in my sheets
Fuckin' up my energy
Yeah

You made me hate my bedroom
You couldn't let me have one nice thing, could you?
Fuck your side of the bed
Get the hell out or pay me the rent
One lie and the truth, I fuckin' miss you
And I hate my bedroom

La, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, ah
Bedroom
La, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, ah
Bedroom

Set fire to my bedroom
Wish I'd never met you
Set fire to my bedroom
Wish I'd never met you

You made me hate my bedroom
You couldn't let me have one nice thing, could you?
Fuck your side of the bed
Get the hell out or pay me the rent
One lie and the truth, I'm still in love with you
And I hate my bedroom