Текст песни is your bedroom ceiling bored? (feat. Rxseboy) - Fudasca Remix - Sody , Fudasca , Cavetown , Rxseboy

I get up early and talk to the sun
And ask her for guidance but she ain't got none
How am I supposed to know you're not the one
These four white walls they know more than my friends
They watch me type messages I'll never send
This is the place that I just can't pretend to be alright
Is your bedroom ceiling bored like mine?
Of you staring at it all the time
'Cause it's seen so many nights where I cry and I yell at the sky
For not telling you how I feel
Is your bedroom ceiling bored like mine?

Okay my ceiling getting bored of me
While staying still they're a chore of me
I was thinking we could meet up one day
You been walking through a different door than me
Staying seperated in the same house
Aggrevated so I lay down
Used to think my room was like a playground
Set the scene now I'm on the stage
Every wall watchin' I was feeling gray
But they weren't clapping, I was like "okay"
Then you came over on the next day
It was definitely face
CD player chilling lemme press play
Now I make music 'bout you to escape
I was thinkin' 'bout how things change
When you moved in, think it went gray
So like, we should talk every night when you're home
Independent but you say you're alone
Heat the blanket, call nights feeling cozy
And you know, it's the one that you showed me
We could live in this room, yuh
Been on pause hit resume, yuh
Lot of thoughts to consume, okay
Lot of love, lot of you
Promise that we'll see the world, yeah eventually
I gotta prove this is all that you're meant to me
I been in love with you since I was seventeen
You met my homie he came in from seventh street
But for now lets get used to the walls
And break them down when they're ready to fall
Hate the distance so I love when you call
Wanna give you my all but...

I stay up late and I talk to the moon
And I can't stop telling him all about you
Wonder if you do the same thing I do
I hope you do
Is your bedroom ceiling bored like mine?
Of you staring at it all the time
'Cause it seems seen so many nights where I cry and I yell at the sky
For not telling you how I feel
Is your bedroom ceiling bored like mine?
Like mine?