Bedroom Floor - Sydney Rose
It's getting cold again
Summer's come to an end
You're packing all your bits boxes filled to the brim
Picking up all my things off my bedroom floor
So I don't freak out
Cleaning out all my books
All our coffee cups
So I don't freak out
Who will I talk to when I got no one else
Who will I lean on to when I decide
I need the help
I'll drive you to your apartment six hours away
Through sobs and tears I'll tell you to call me everyday
You'll go to college
And I'll stay here on my bedroom floor
When you go to college will it be the same anymore
I'm getting bad again
I don't like to be alone
And no one understands me you're the only one
Picking up all my things off my bedroom floor
So I don't freak out
Driving all by myself with Taylor Swift on
So I don't freak out
And I know it's not about me
But I don't know how I'll get through
Crying over stupid boys if
I'm not doing it with you
And I know you're gonna do good
And finally live out your dream
Of a downtown coffee brewery or a cafe bookstore bakery
I'll call you from my hometown everyday
Ask you to not forget me if you find a replacement
You'll go to college and I'll stay here on my bedroom floor
When you go to college
I'll surprise you behind your door
