Text: Lemonheads. No Backbone.

It's dawned on me again
I can't balance in-betweens
It's no longer familiar to me
It's become routine

The bedroom ritual a simple way to feel
Without running the risk of anything real
Ever being given, ever being shown
Back in the bedroom, no backbone

Standards I'd kept in the back of my mind
Are now just rules to break from time to time
I'm way past worrying 'bout it gettin' a hold on me
I realize I ride on its back for free

The bedroom ritual, a simple way to feel
Without running the risk of anything real
Ever being given, ever being shown
Back in the bedroom, no backbone

Additively I'll stick to the safety of the script
But I know I'll end up settling for a less than perfect fit

The bedroom ritual, a simple way to feel
Without running the risk of anything real
Ever being given, ever being shown
Back in the bedroom, no backbone
Back in the bedroom, no backbone
Back in the bedroom, no backbone