This is my last chance to ever make it right before they turn out every single light and figure out that this is not my home my mother warned me of people that would take advantage of my money and my grace but she forgot to tell me i'm the same and i'm the one to blame
and i was born to lay it on your back cause i have chosen the sadness that you lack but you won't let me back into your heart
oh god my bed is empty oh god my bed is empty
and jesus told me that you would be okay if i began to go out on some dates and find myself a body for my bed and all your stories filled with cavious caveats about the past you told me you forgot but hold on tightly when no one is around i'm terrified for the time you were gone and how we both(?) intend to linger on to keep me company at least just for a while
oh god my bed is empty oh god my bed is empty oh god my bed is empty
Compositor: William Richard Fitzsimmons ECAD: Obra #6529024