Tales of Dominica

Woke up on the floor
Oh, this plastic bed don’t blow up no more
In this broken home
Everyone becomes predictable
Oh, sometimes you’re angry
Sometimes you’re hurting
Sometimes you’re all alone
Sometimes I’m anxious
Sometimes it makes me
Feel like there’s only now
I’ve been living in my lowest, it’s safe to say
Hope my little bit I hope don’t fade away
I’ve been living on an island made from fate
Can’t go running back home, can’t face her face
Oh, finally grown, ain’t nothing like I hoped it would be
Out on my own, i’m floating in an ocean-less sea
Could I be wrong? Was everybody right about me?
Scary things in my head, I can’t dream and I just
Woke up on the floor
Oh,This plastic bed don’t blow up no more(oh)
In this broken home
Everyone becomes predictable
Oh, sometimes you’re angry
Sometimes you’re hurting
Sometimes you’re all alone
Sometimes I’m anxious
Sometimes it makes me
Feel like there’s only now
I’ve been in my lowest, it’s safe to say
Hope my little bit hope don’t fade away
I’ve been living on an island made from fate
Can go running back home, can’t face her face
Ooh
Ooh