i gotta make a phonecall to my best friends.
i gotta let them know that i'm leaving.
everything behind me and politely i don't wanna hurt their feelings, oh no.
i'll need to come back and i wanna explain why i had to leave them sleeping.
the answer's in the air but i really don't care 'cos i couldn't really keep on breathing the smoke.
and every time when i painted my room
like a fool i hid my feelings.
and every time when i painted my room
i thought about leaving.
you roll like stone girl, you should not stop and i don't wanna step on your feet.
and you do what you do to stay on top. i don't wanna make you feel incomplete.
and every time when i painted my room...
at the end of the day i don't know what to say.
at the end of the day i'll be flying away.
and every time when i painted my room... |