Room Temperature - Faye Webster

Looks like I’ve been crying again over the same thing

I wonder if anyone has ever cried for me

Nothing means anything, at least anymore

Even my tears have gone room temperature

I should get out more, I should get out more

I should get out more, I should get out more

I should get out more, I should get out more

I was sitting here last year, the same time ago

Still wearing the same thing, these aren’t even my clothes

I just don’t change that much 'cause who’s to impress?

There’s nobody around when I’m at my best

I should get out more, I should get out more

I should get out more, I should get out more

I should get out more, I should get out more

I should get out more, I should get out more

I should get out more, I should get out more

I should get out more, I should get out more

I should get out more, I should get out more

I should get out more, I should get out more