Is it bad for my health
The way I'm weighing her down
Is it bad for my health
The way I can't stick around
This keeps pulling me down
And it's wearing me out
Made a nest of this couch
In the back of my house
It still fills me with doubt
When she's kicking me out
Another drink without chase
As I try to keep face
At the end of it all
When the wall starts to fall
Everything falls apart
When you break your own heart
Is it bad for my health
The way I'm weighing her down
Is it bad for my health
The way I can't stick around
This keeps pulling me down
And it's wearing me out
Made a nest of this couch
In the back of my house