Walls Are Tired

Walls are tired Of holding the same old ceilings And words have found their way to stay in And they don't let out feelings It's written badly, but verses say she's mad and creepy And the rest of things we kind of know They say there'll never be a girl like her again With her socks up to her knees and her obsession 'bout bees And with her eyes that she uses to touch And everything, everything she looks at, yeah Cups are tired Of being filled with the same coffee And the floor can't stand that People stepping on won't even say sorry They say there'll never be a girl like her again With her socks up to her knees and her obsession 'bout bees And with her eyes that she uses to touch And everything, everything she looks at, yeah Don't stare longer Don't stare longer Don't stare longer Don't stare, don't stare longer Staring, mm, oh At her eye