[Verse 1] There’s a guy in the kitchen who keeps saying, “You’re done” He drinks from my chipped mug and turns every thought into one Another dude's by the doorway with a list of my flaws They argue past midnight like they own these four walls I tell them, “Keep it down, the neighbors can hear” They laugh like they’ve paid rent for the whole damn year [Pre-Chorus] I know every bad name they call me by heart Still easier than guessing why you pulled us apart [Chorus] My head’s got roommates, they never move out They slam every door, they scream and they shout But at least when they hurt me, they don’t say “we’re fine” Then vanish for days and redraw every line I’d rather face demons who tell me the truth Than play your little courtroom, where I’m always accused My head’s got roommates—I hate what they do But dealing with them beats dealing with you [Verse 2] One sleeps on the couch with his boots on the seat One keeps a cracked mirror where I brush my teeth They leave every cabinet open all night And tell me I’m losing before I can fight You’d send one cold text, then make me decode A punctuation mark like a map to the road At least my bad thoughts don’t pretend they’re kind They kick in the door; you just waste my time [Pre-Chorus] I know every bad name they call me by heart Still easier than guessing why you pulled us apart [Chorus] My head’s got roommates, they never move out They slam every door, they scream and they shout But at least when they hurt me, they don’t say “we’re fine” Then vanish for days and redraw every line I’d rather face demons who tell me the truth Than play your little courtroom, where I’m always accused My head’s got roommates—I hate what they do But dealing with them beats dealing with you [Bridge] No, they aren’t my friends, and I’m not calling them good They turn a quiet evening into a neighborhood feud But I know where they stand when the whole room goes cold You kept me guessing; they just say what they hold [Final Chorus] My head’s got roommates, they never move out They slam every door, they scream and they shout At least when they hurt me, they don’t say “we’re fine” Then vanish for days and redraw every line I’d rather face demons who tell me the truth Than play your little courtroom, where I’m always accused My head’s got roommates—I hate what they do But dealing with them beats dealing with you [Outro] Keep your keys, keep your side of the bed I’ve got loud little tenants and rent in my head
