Dead Days in the Kitchen - Seven Mary Three

Why am I a stranger in this house?

When everything that’s here belongs to me

You carry the weight for me

You couldn’t wait for me

When you’re away from me

I am lost

Every time I think the things I want

Are smaller than they ever seem to be

You remind me of

You call my bluff

All the things I want are everything

Everything

From the couches to the fishbowl

To the pictures only I saw

From the car keys to the ashes

Of every choice I made

From the dead days in the kitchen

To the best ones in the bedroom

I fade away

I just want to sleep a whole night through

Without thinking there is something I forgot

I want the things I changed for you to be recognized

I want to work and be satisfied

With my life

From the couches to the fishbowl

To the pictures only I saw

From the car keys to the ashes

Of every choice I’ve made

From the dead days in the kitchen

To the best ones in the bedroom

I fade away

Fade away

Fade away

Fade away

From the couches to the car keys

To the best days in the bedroom

From the couches to the fishbowl

To the dead days in the kitchen

I fade

I fade away

Fade away

I fade away