Femme Maison/One Man House

So it's just chemical
The way you make me feel like a fool
It gets on your skin and in your nose
And now it's in my mind
That I'm just no good

And I'm sure that it's me
Applying pressure to the seams
Squinting into a mirage
What ever happened to our minds?

Now I'm throwing up
And I swear,
This is exactly where I
Wanna be

I only wanted you to call
Now I
Can sit straight
And if you do I have a clue
Why now's
Too late

Your house is gone
I'm down

Give me the ease of a paintbrush
And some vagrancy
Monopoly,
The conversation is mean and I
Feel like I'm gonna die,
And I hear I'm gonna die

Now I'm growing up
And I swear this is exactly where I
Ought to be

I only wanted you to come
Now I
Can sit straight
And if you do I have a clue
Why now's
Too late

Your house is gone
I'm done

And

Tired

I'm so tired
I'm real ti-ired x8