Bed Sheets-Ruben Pol

Smoke is filling up your parents car Something not feeling right or is it who we are? You're casting shade again been here before I wanna turn around cause somehow I want more Fights in the night air And drunken words slipping out Will we ever learn? You don't ever play fair With dirty words under our, bed sheets in the morning Tell me Bed sheets in the morning How can you hear me with your head is sand I'm sick of falling out Why can't you understand? Back to the start again, worse than before I thought you'd know by now I needed something more Fights in the night air And drunken words slipping out Will we ever learn? You don't ever play fair With dirty words under our, bed sheets in the morning Tell me Bed sheets in the morning Smoke is filling up And words are slipping out I wish that this was different I know I would have worked it out Tell me Bed sheets in the morning Tell me