Bea Miller - this call is coming from inside the house

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Sittin' in my underwear
Just me and my reclinin' chair
Nothing's wrong with me, I'm doing fine
Something changes in the air
I start to feel like someone's there
Hiding in my closet with a knife

I try to run and lock the door
I trip and fall onto the floor, I'm bleeding
Like the whore in horror movies

But I just tried to kill my mind
Because it's ruining my life
When I fucked up my words
Did you forget what I said?
Did you think it was dumb
Or is it all in my head?
The punishment's worse than the crime

The truth is I'm a danger to myself
This call is coming from inside the house

If I could cry, I'd do it all the time
'Cause it seems really nice to let it go
I hope I won't
Spend all my time alone
'Cause if I do I know I'm gonna let myself go crazy

I'm hiding in the attic
I don't wanna sound dramatic
But I'm dying
Don't know why the walls are moving

But I just tried to kill my mind
Because it's ruining my life
When I fucked up my words
Did you forget what I said?
Did you think it was dumb
Or is it all in my head?
The punishment's worse than the crime

The truth is I'm a danger to myself
This call is coming from inside the house
The truth is I'm a danger to myself
This call is coming from inside the house

Written by:
Beatrice Miller, Cara Salamando, Colin Brittain Cunningham

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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