Cold Chamomile
I can't sleep without the spotlight
Through the blinds, shining from the street
And i stopped drinking coffee
Could do without anxiety
About what you said, about how you felt when you confronted me
You said you're room without a window, not one with a view
You pull the sheets so tight that it's hard to see through
I've been begging for daylight, I don't know what to do
I can beg and pray for mornings when I wake up without you

Fell asleep in the shower because i don't know how to feel
I woke up in the tub with suds in my hair on the counter, cold chamomile
I Fell asleep in the shower because i don't know how to feel
I woke up in the tub with suds in my hair on the counter, cold chamomile

Oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh

Wish that you had plucked the top
Wish that you had felt it all
Wish that you had dropped
Your hair [?]