Lovely Morning — Room Eleven

Oh the horizon moves But I find balance on my knees Where are my clothes? I try to decode words on the post-it That's stuck on my cheek

Two socks stare at me Definitely they-re not mine I try to figure out What's written between the lines "You've got my number" "You've got my number"

My feet are sore Sticky floor Can't feel my arm no more And all my keys are gone like my memory I can't say "no" to something sweet But its not what I need You keep feeding me When I'm not hungry

Oh the radio starts singing last night's story All the clothes I wearing Are staring at me My high heels and tightest shirt agree That wasn't me That wasn't me

My feet are sore Sticky floor Can't feel my arm no more And all my keys are gone like my memory I can't say "no" to something sweet But its not what I need You keep feeding me When I'm not hungry

My feet are sore Sticky floor Can't feel my arm no more All my keys are gone like my memory I can't say "no" to something sweet But its not what I need You keep feeding me When I'm not hungry