Talking - Stella Donnelly

We could open windows

Fix the fridge light and replace the phone

Maybe it will fix us

If we spend our lives on country roads

Writing 'bout the weather

In a playground we’re not supposed to roam

I scattered all the eggshells

In the hallway for when you get home

I’m on your waterbed

Wishing I was you

I know you want me dead

My talking’s killing you

Calling out to no one

Think we might need a professional

This post code poppy playground

While a ships off out off the coast

I’m on your waterbed

Wishing I was you

I know you want me dead

My talking killing you

I’m on your waterbed

Wishing I was you

I know you want me dead

My talking killing you

I know you want me dead

My talking killing you

My talking killing you