9569b was the code to your door but you've changed it
I can't get in anymore
Was it the clothes I never hung out?
(Growing mould in the corner)
Was it time that I was legless?
(You fell asleep on the porch at 4am)
Was it the other bed I slept in?
(You said it didn't mean anything at all)
Can you tell me what it was?
I always find that final straw to snap the camel's back
It's cold out here and I look naïve
You haven't answered a text that I sent you
I've locked my house and I'm locked out now
Is it my growing personal loan?
(It's getting pretty big now)
My lack of career prospects?
(You can't even get a job)
The emasculated songs I write?
(Try writing one about how you can't do anything right)
Can you tell me what it was?
Tell me through the voice thing and I'll find somewhere to choke for a little while
I'm looking at your drawn curtains
I can see your silhouette
And another silhouette
Doing things I used to do with you
Was it the clothes I never hung out?
(Growing mould in the corner)
Was it time that I was legless?
(You fell asleep on the porch at 4am)
Was it the other bed I slept in?
(You said it didn't mean anything at all)
Can you tell me what it was?
I always find that final straw to snap the camel's back
All the things I used to do with you
I can't get in anymore
Was it the clothes I never hung out?
(Growing mould in the corner)
Was it time that I was legless?
(You fell asleep on the porch at 4am)
Was it the other bed I slept in?
(You said it didn't mean anything at all)
Can you tell me what it was?
I always find that final straw to snap the camel's back
It's cold out here and I look naïve
You haven't answered a text that I sent you
I've locked my house and I'm locked out now
Is it my growing personal loan?
(It's getting pretty big now)
My lack of career prospects?
(You can't even get a job)
The emasculated songs I write?
(Try writing one about how you can't do anything right)
Can you tell me what it was?
Tell me through the voice thing and I'll find somewhere to choke for a little while
I'm looking at your drawn curtains
I can see your silhouette
And another silhouette
Doing things I used to do with you
Was it the clothes I never hung out?
(Growing mould in the corner)
Was it time that I was legless?
(You fell asleep on the porch at 4am)
Was it the other bed I slept in?
(You said it didn't mean anything at all)
Can you tell me what it was?
I always find that final straw to snap the camel's back
All the things I used to do with you