ceiling کے بول

You said your head's been hurting You're done searching And awkward smiles keep meeting, then leaving Is your door still broken, swung open? You're in the big smoke, choking How's that going? At least the ceiling knows I'm breathing I wake up You stay on your side Won't take my touch The tears that I cry Fill your cup Watch me liquefy Make you drunk I wake up to space on the sheets (I know I could be difficult) 'Cause you fucked off and left it with me (you'd insist that it was in my head) I've had enough, I cry while you creep (pretend that you weren't miserable) I cry while you creep (I'll still love you until I'm dead) At least the ceiling knows I'm breathing