The Night I Started Sharing a Room with My Sister

Let me tell you a story about a night That changed my life. It was last winter. I came home on a Tuesday, a pretty normal Afternoon. Everything was fine. Mom, she came right up to me with a Crazy idea in her head. She said to go look in my room, And I couldn't find my bed. Dun, dun, dun, okay. It was the night I started sharing a room. It was the night I started sharing a room With my sister. Wait, Mom, what are you gonna Do with my room? Well, you know how your father got me an Exercise bike for my birthday? You're turning my room into a gym? Think of it more like a room with an Exercise bike, honey. It's not fair. Nobody gets me. Tonight, you and your sister will be roommates. I think I read 100 words about roommates online, And I was not fine. You have to share a window. You have to share a closet. You have to Share a bedtime. Okay, nothing is mine. Nothing is mine. Each hour, it got closer, my bedtime drawing nearer, And everything that could go wrong, It filled my head with fear. It was the night I started sharing a room. It was the night I started sharing a room With my sister. Good night, girls. Sweet dreams. If you need me, I'll be in Lisa's old Room. I have a 9:00 PM live session on My bike with Sean-F. If you can't sleep, if your pillow's too hard, If you can't lie still 'cause your head's full Of thoughts, all the shadows on the walls, they Won't let you rest at all, then you must Have, you must have, you must have Sleep Apartheid. If you share room, you have it. Sleep apartheid. Sleep apartheid. If you share a room, you know, 'cause you Know your sibling's yours. You You know your sibling's yours. You know your sibling, know your sibling's yours. Sibling's yours. It was the night I had a little trouble Falling asleep. The night, but eventually, I fell asleep. The night, do I guess I slept okay. The night I started sharing a room. I started sharing a room with my sister. So Lisa, how'd you sleep last night? It was Okay. Do I have to sleep with her every night? Yeah. Ugh. The night I started sharing a room. Night that slept weird for a couple of months. Night I finally had to buy a white noise Machine. The night, if you heard my sister snore, You'd be like, "Whoa." Night, night, Yeah, yeah. Whoa, the night night I started sharing a room. The night We're still sharing a room. And I love her so much.