The Hotbed of Life

I was a shy, I was a shy child holding onto my father’s legs
My face turning, my face turning red every time my world got
Turned right upside down, I found a nickel plated coin in my pocket
Oh the floor held me after I stuck it in a socket like it knew I was a child
Doors are meant to close behind you, but I don’t wanna
Just like the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
When I tried to slam it shut-ut-ut
Oh oh oh
Ooooh, oooooh, ooohoh
I used to hang grocery bags up and down, up and down my arms
To impress my mom, now I use them to carry boxes out of my dead dad’s house
So I started writing songs about this girl
But now that girl, she’s somebody’s wife
Just like the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
When I tried to slam it shut-ut-ut
Height marks on the door frame
From when a year brought welcomed change
Now it all just feels the same
Oh oh oh
Ooooh, oooooh, ooohoh
Just like the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
Just like the rug in my bedroom growing up
That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut
When I tried to slam it shut-ut-ut
Oh oh oh
Ooooh, oooooh, ooohoh