Testo The Leftovers

In suburbia, restaurants on the ocean
In suburbia, restaurants on the ocean

No I’m good
I’m perfect
I don’t need it
I don’t need him
I toss and turn under the covers Shrinking
I can’t stop thinking
No I’m good
I’m perfect
I don’t need it
I don’t need him
I don’t need someone in my bed
I don’t need someone here in my bed
My bed
My bed
Who am I trying so hard to convince?
That I can keep doing this
Cause I can’t remember what it felt like
Wanting to know everything there is
About him I miss it
So I try to forget

While driving in suburbia
Eating out at restaurants on the ocean
This ain’t enough still
No this ain’t enough to
Remind me to not be afraid of my bed
When nobody’s in it
I have to go home to
The ruins in my empty rooms

I said I knew that I would do this
I said I was too scared to let you close to me
I said everything
My head’s exploding with the basics
The fears of getting attached and broken
I been broken
I been broken by the pretty boys
Who are heartless
And they know it

While driving in suburbia
Eating out at restaurants on the ocean
This ain’t enough still
No this ain’t enough to
Remind me to not be afraid of my bed
When nobody’s in it
I have to go home to
The ruins in my empty rooms

Why can’t any of these yellow lines
These stop and gos
Capture me for
Longer than a second or two?
Cause in two
I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you
Now why can’t any of these yellow lines
These stop and gos
These pink skies
This spinning globe
Capture me?
Capture me

While driving in suburbia
Eating out at restaurants on the ocean
This ain’t enough still
No this ain’t enough to
Remind me to not be afraid of my bed
When nobody’s in it
I have to go home to
The ruins in my empty rooms