It's so cold it's old lumpy and moldy smelling
Disintegrating to holes in spots over telling
Remarks made over hardships no secrets here left
Never undressed it touches skin and tears
It touches everything the light and sound appear from up above
Living underneath the dreams a wreath of cotton shrouded dust
It's lonely and lost the only buzz left is sabotage
It turns to rust it turns gauze it turns into rocks with never a pause
Lie awake
Syllables linger sitting on the fingertips of these last few weeks
Curtains drawn silly quick quips turn to arguments for the light that's gone
It's no better with the netflix queue the reach of these screens is thrown and now too
The mattress just sinks the springs are all chewed and spit right back out the laugh is untrue
It's not happening not now not loud enough to be crowned
The highest tick on the list of shit that's wrong today
My bed feels so much better when you're in it
We drift off no cost no loss expended
It's last call cuz now it's all wrong
The bed's half empty