Bed

(álbum: Monument - 2020)

My gift to you will be the waking nights
Don't wanna talk about it
The ceiling moves before my aching eyes
I'll watch the phone sit still

Sick of waiting for bad news
Am I waiting to lose you?
Waiting for bad news
Still

I'll grind my teeth down to the nerves again
As long as you are breathing
I've made my bed, now sit down
You get used to feeling mad

Move away, I am over you
I've opened my eyes
And the best of my mind fell on through
I am always the captive
When will I play the good cop?
Lord knows I need the practice
Sick of swallowing full stops
Now the system is failing
I'm so tired of waiting
For bad news

I'll lie awake
For you again, father
I'll lose my teeth
What use is sleep anyway?
I'll brace myself
To be in hell
I'll fail the test
Love you to death