Beds

It's in our bed
Oh no, conceal, with body bag
But around four, turn the others away
Locked doors
Watching TV all alone
I'm all yours
So sit down, wash it out
You don't have to tell me why
You are down
I'm not kind, you're not nice
So why do we do it again
Every night?

It's in our heads
Do you ever think of consequence?
Surrounds you
Trying so hard to pretend it's not true
But all it offers in the end is bad news
So sit down, wash it out
You don't have to tell me why
You gave up
I'm half done
You're too tired
So why don't we take off the night
For a snow inside

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