Floorboards - Oceans Ate Alaska

Asking so many questions

Finding so little answers

My friends told me to give up the ghost

and move on But I don’t like to take my chances

to take my chances

Pick me up off the floorboards

I’m not dead and burried yet

They always seem to creak

When I needed someone to speak to They’ve been the only thing I’ve talked to in weeks

Where were you

Where were you?

Stitch me up and make me new

I need someone to pull me through

Endless nights with open wounds

I’ve been to hell and back because of you

Why tell me I need to change?

When you woke up in someone else’s bed

Without even knowing their name

I may have crossed the line

This Time!

But I sure as hell hope you have a rope for this climb

From here on out it’s all a downward slope

And I’m not falling for anyone or anything

Othe than the noose you tied around my neck

I’ve lost all sense of space and time

Just thinking about when you were mine

The days become weeks and the weeks into months

I refuse to put on these implausible fronts

To face the world would cause me to self destruct

To face the world would cause me to self destruct

The days become weeks and the weeks into months

I refuse to put on these implausible fronts

To face the world would cause me to self destruct

To face the world

Pick me up off the floorboards

I’m not dead and burried yet

They always seem to creak

When I needed someone to speak to They’ve been the only thing I’ve talked to in weeks

Where were you

Where were you?

Picke me up (Up!) off the floorboards

I’m not dead and buried yet

So pick me up (Up!) off the floorboards

I’m not dead and buried yet!