Making the bed Olivia Rodrigo
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- Длительность: 03:18
- Дата релиза: 12.09.2023
Текст песни Olivia Rodrigo - Making the bed
Want it, so I got it, did it, so its done
Another thing I ruined, I used to do for fun
Another piece of plastic I could just throw away
Another conversation with nothing good to say
I thought it, so I said it, took it cause I can
Another day pretendin Im older than I am
Another perfect moment that doesnt feel like mine
Another thing I forced to be a sign
Well, sometimes I feel like I dont wanna be where I am
Gettin drunk at a club with my fair-weather friends
Push away all the people who know me the best
But its me whos been makin the bed
Im so tired of bein the girl that I am
Every good thing has turned into somethin I dread
And Im playin the victim so well in my head
But its me whos been makin the bed
Me whos been makin the bed
Pull the sheets over my head, yeah
Makin the bed
And every night, I wake up from this one recurrin dream
Where Im drivin through the city, and the brakes go out on me
I cant stop at the red light, cant swerve off the road
I read somewhere its cause my life feels so out of control
And I tell someone I love them just as a distraction
They tell me that they love me like Im some tourist attraction
Theyre changin my machinery, and I just let it happen
Another thing I ruined, I used to do for fun
Another piece of plastic I could just throw away
Another conversation with nothing good to say
I thought it, so I said it, took it cause I can
Another day pretendin Im older than I am
Another perfect moment that doesnt feel like mine
Another thing I forced to be a sign
Well, sometimes I feel like I dont wanna be where I am
Gettin drunk at a club with my fair-weather friends
Push away all the people who know me the best
But its me whos been makin the bed
Im so tired of bein the girl that I am
Every good thing has turned into somethin I dread
And Im playin the victim so well in my head
But its me whos been makin the bed
Me whos been makin the bed
Pull the sheets over my head, yeah
Makin the bed
And every night, I wake up from this one recurrin dream
Where Im drivin through the city, and the brakes go out on me
I cant stop at the red light, cant swerve off the road
I read somewhere its cause my life feels so out of control
And I tell someone I love them just as a distraction
They tell me that they love me like Im some tourist attraction
Theyre changin my machinery, and I just let it happen
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