Separate Rooms
Brad Hale, KC Rae
We both cried
On that night
You took the car
Left us behind
Well, you don’t mind
So I don’t mind
You don’t mind
So I don’t mind
When you came home
We slept downstairs
In separate rooms
We left you there
And you would hang around
For them
But you could not
Just wait for me
But, you don’t mind
So I don’t mind
If you don’t mind
Then I don’t mind
I’ll stay right here and carry you
While you clear you head
And I grind my teeth
And I’ll
Work on the floor
I wash it so good, maybe then
We could talk like we did before