Under The Rug (we don't really talk anymore) - Softheart

I sleep at sunrise then I wake up when the sun down

Running round tryna make it out a small town

My nerves got me shaking when you come round

Strung out might get high and never come down

Sleep sound but I wake up when the sun down

Running round tryna make it out a small town

Love hurts now I hate it when you come round

Strung out I’m tryna get rid of

All of these problems we just keep brushing them underneath

Got my friends like whats wrong with me

I can’t tell what’s in front of me I’m just

Somewhere underneath the treeline

And it never is what it seems like

You can find me somewhere underneath

The streetlights these nights

Find it funny how you say you don’t care

But you keep my name

On the tip of your tongue

Can’t tell if you’re fake

Or too nice to say what you really think

No I can’t tell what

I’m falling from out my bed and

Out into galaxies

Can’t control if you’re mad at me

I’m destroying the sad in me at night

I’m falling from out my bed and

Out into galaxies

Can’t control if you’re mad at me

I’m destroying the sad in me at night

I remember when I called her mine

Now when she hit me I let the call decline

Nothing new to me I see it all the time

Nothing new to me I see it all the

All of these problems we just keep brushing them underneath

Got my friends like whats wrong with me

I can’t tell what’s in front of me I’m just

I sleep at sunrise then I wake up when the sun down

Running round tryna make it out a small town

My nerves got me shaking when you come round

Strung out might get high and never come down

Sleep sound but I wake up when the sun down

Running round tryna make it out a small town

Love hurts now I hate it when you come round

Strung out

I’m falling from out my bed and

Out into galaxies

Can’t control if you’re mad at me

I’m destroying the sad in me at night

I’m falling from out my bed and

Out into galaxies

Can’t control if you’re mad at me

I’m destroying the sad in me at night

All of these problems we just keep brushing them underneath

Got my friends like whats wrong with me

I can’t tell what’s in front of me I’m just

Somewhere

Underneath the treeline

And it never is what it seems like

You can find me somewhere underneath the streetlights

These nights

All of these problems we just keep brushing them underneath

Got my friends like whats wrong with me

I can’t tell what’s in front of me I’m just