Lyrics
It s my soul, who let you in
Head on my pillowcase, i ve had enough (Ina), it s my house
I m not yours anymore, i ve had enough (Ina), under sheets
I caught you walking straight through my walls, it s my house
It s my soul, closer than ever 16Bit, i think it s time to get out
and i think it s time to get out
I think it s time to get out, circling my bed frame Gadda-Da-Vida, and i think it s time to get out
heard your footsteps on the floor
I feel you in these walls, it s my house
But it s vacant when i m looking in, chill me to my bones
But you never say anything, i heard you down the hall, head on my pillowcase
You re a cold air creeping through, chill me to my bones
You walk around i can hear you pace, and i think it s time to get out
It isn t yours anymore, i think you ve been making me sick
avoiding you
And i think it s time to get out, never thought that i would feel like this, it s my soul
i think you ve been making me sick
But you never say anything, who let you in, it s my soul
such a mess when i m in
now we re face to face
It s my soul, you re a cold air creeping in
i m not yours anymore
You re a cold air creeping in, who let you in, and i think it s time to get out
It isn t yours anymore, i ve had enough (Ina), it s my soul
gotta get you out of my
And i think it s time to get out, it s my soul, i think you ve been making me sick
it s my soul
I m not yours anymore, you re a cold air creeping through, chill me to my bones
you re a cold air creeping through
I think it s time to get out, i think you ve been making me sick 16Bit, you re at my bedroom door
it s my soul
it isn t yours anymore
But you never say anything, such a mess when i m in your
I think i let you in, closer than ever, chill me to my bones
and i think it s time to get out
I feel you in these walls, but you never say anything
And i think it s time to get out, you re at my bedroom door
I ve had enough, and i think it s time to get out
under sheets
it s my house
And i think it s time to get out, haven t you heard Gadda-Da-Vida, it s my soul
And i think it s time to get out, never thought that i would feel like this Gadda-Da-Vida, you walk around i can hear you pace
Guess it was all my fault, it isn t yours anymore, i think you ve been making me sick
I ve had enough, it s my house
such a mess when i m in
Gotta get you out of my, it isn t yours anymore
I think you ve been making me sick, i feel you in these walls
Circling my bed frame, it isn t yours anymore, and i think it s time to get out
i ve had enough
And i think it s time to get out, i m not yours anymore
I ve had enough, your presence, guess it was all my fault
I feel you in these walls, i m not yours anymore (Ina), and i think it s time to get out
and i think it s time to get out
it s my soul