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I was a shy, I was a shy child holding onto my father's legs My face turning, my face turned red every time my world got Turned right upside down, I found a nickel plated coin in my pocket Oh the floor held me after I stuck it in a socket like it knew I was a child Doors are meant to close behind you, but I don't want to... Just like the way the rug in my bedroom growing up That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut When I tried to slam it shut I used to hang grocery bags up and down, up and down my arms To impress my mom, now I use them to carry boxes out of my dead dad's house So I started writing songs about this girl But now that girl, she's somebody's wife. Just like the way the rug in my bedroom growing up That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut When I tried to slam it shut I had marks on the door frame From when a year brought welcome change Now it all just feels the same Just like the way the rug in my bedroom growing up That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut When I tried to slam it shut Just like the rug in my bedroom growing up That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut When I tried to slam it shut From Letras Mania