King Bed

I close my eyes
And we're tiny dancers in the living room
The little lies
I make up on spot when I think of you
'Cause I take every bad thing about you and paint it new
I count to five
And fix the broken glass with locked-eye glue
You're the nicest guy
When I change my perspective and my point of view
Well, a word that the version I love in my head's nothing like you

I close my eyes
Still see you every single night
I made up a fictional version
He looks like you but, is a better person
I painted you
So faultless inside my head (in my head)
I made up a fictional version
He looks like you but is a better person
Look at me
How I dread to sleep alone in my king bed

You might be
The coldest breeze winter's ever seen
But I
Picture you like sunshine, snowflakes, when I dream
And it's only that I twist and turn
A two, a third degree

I close my eyes
Still see you every single night
I made up a fictional version
He looks like you, but is a better person
I painted you
So faultless inside my head (in my head)
I made up a fictional version
He looks like you but is a better person (a better person)

I know we're over
But I'm still under the weather
And you played the part
Right from the start
I should've known better
None of it was true
'Cause none of it was you
We played house for some time
But you were never mine
You were never mine

I close my eyes
Still see you every single night
I made up a fictional version
He looks like you, but is a better person