Fool On The Floor

At Night i Feel the Cold,
It burns in a way that some might call satisfying,
I call it pointless.
I blame the bedroom walls... and the ceiling,
the doors, and the windows,
for a world less meaningful than those made in movies.
But i would never even bother the floor.
It spends most of the day being walked on...
it doesn't need to soak in my shit.
I've heard you breathing hear,
"I still have many secrets in this place.
Will you ever bother to ask?"
A whisper of trickery no doubt,
Ha, and you thought me a fool

.....well i'll admit it.
I am, I'm your bloody fool and i'm sick of it.
But the bedroom floor is never gunna say it to your face.

Goodnight...