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 my keys are gone

Like my memory

I can't say no to something sweet

But it's 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 wore

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 any more

And my keys are gone

Like my memory

I can't say no to something sweet

But it's not what I need

You keep feeding me

When I'm not hungry

My feet are sore

Sticky floor

Can't feel my arm any more

And my keys are gone

Like my memory

I can't say no to something sweet

But it's not what I need

You keep feeding me

When I'm not hungry