Wednesday morning at five o'clock As the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs to the kitchen Clutching her handkerchief Quietly turning the backdoor key Stepping outside, she is

In check, yeah, in check, yeah Sometimes I forget When I look you in your face I see a good girl who deserves better than me (better than me) You remember that other night in my bedroom? On top of my bed I remember the things that you said Sometimes you

You said it was over But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor, yeah You be saying real, real nice, real nice things When I'm touching you You be getting real, real, real, real, real jealous

What would you do if your son was at home Crying all alone On the bedroom floor 'Cause he's hungry and the only way to feed him is to Sleep with a man for a little bit of money? And his daddy's gone in and out of lock down I ain't got a job now He's just

Tonight I climbed the wall We'd come too far to fall Couldn't stand to see it end So tonight I climbed the wall Our room was filled with silence I guess we'd said it all I don't know when I'd seen our bedroom So long I can't recall We'd built this thing

See me in the bedroom You can only see me in the bedroom, bedroom See me in the bedroom, bedroom Why don't we turn off our phones for the weekend? Don't tell your friends that we haven't been sleeping 'Cause we're keeping it secret You can only see me in

I can make you, (I can make you believe in anything) Believe in anything My neighbors keep gettin' murdered so we sleep with the alarm on Bedroom filled with Nike SBs and Comme de Garcons Starin' at the ceiling listening to soul father Tryna' make the

Home ain't where his heart is anymore He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door But he don't lay his head down to love me like before He knew how to reach me deep inside And he found a part of me I could not hide And we'd walk and talk and touch

I hear them all the time I hear you all the time Grandma's singing in the bedroom It's a near forgotten lullaby She used to sing when I wasn't well Father's outside chopping firewood Like he did when he'd been drinking Or when he and mom were at it again

Holding on and on Naked on the bedroom Oh, it's not my fault Oh, I should've known I've been a fool Now the sound of loving Is old and somehow gone Who said not to leave?