[Verse 1]
The morning hums
It's subtle but heard
And I am comically numb
I forgot how to have fun
My eyes don't close tight enough
[Verse 2]
And I bruise like a peach
Though I lie perfectly still
No help within reach
I need someone to...
[Chorus]
Scrape me off the floor again
When you're older you'll understand
Nothin' nice about the things at hand
Nothin' nice about the things at hand
[Bridge]
You detonate in the front room
They call it discipline
You detonate in the front room
[Outro]
I'm not safe at home
I'm not safe at home
I'm not safe at home
I
Do what I'm told
I do what I'm told
I do what I'm told
I do