The Kitchen Floor – Misao Mcgregor
Genre Pop

LYRIC
The Kitchen Floor

I don't know why I have chosen this time
To talk about things I'd rather ignore
Lets lay it out on the kitchen floor
With water spots and dirty dishes
Stacked up in the sink
No, it doesn't feel forced
But I wanna say this before
We make another mistake
We make another fall in the record book
We keep tucked in our beds
Well, let's be honest, my dear
We don't need a paper copy
No, it's all in our hands
It's all in our hands

Cuz I'm hurt, I'm tired of feeling
Like a monster in your eyes
A monster in your eyes
Cuz I'm hurt, I'm tired of feeling
Like a daughter in disguise
A daughter in disguise

I don't know why I've chosen this time to talk it all out
But it feels like a game that we've never played
And it's so selfish, I know, I'm lucky in having you both
But I just have to say, it's hard feeling this way

Cuz I'm hurt, I'm tired of feeling
Like I'm wasted goods to you
Wasted goods to you
Cuz I'm hurt, I'm tired of feeling
Like I can't say 'I love you'
Would you say 'I love you too'?

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you

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