Your Bedroom

In a cheap drama on DVD
I was the actress who played on her knees
It's been a year since I have quit
But the damn movie is hard to delete

I was the weapon of your choice
You had the power of my voice

In a Stockholm mode I was so weak
I was the puppet who tangled it's strings
Hanging itself in the process
The choking part is so hard to forget

I was the weapon of your choice
You had the power of my voice
You had my yes, you had my please
We often fucked, we rarely kissed

In a cheap drama on DVD
I played the role that was written for me
That's why you made me feel so at home
Home was a place where I got Stockholm mode

And your bedroom's where I left it
(and your bedroom's where I left it)
And your bedroom's where I left it
(and your bedroom's where I left it)

I dreamt I woke up in your bedroom
If you ever hear this, ever
Listen, this is what it felt like
(scream)