Can't get out of bed
Because it's me who made it
But it's not really made yet
And I don't know if i'll make it
Cant take the bed out of me
It's in there to a degree
Above what if
I've been trying to leave but I just can't take it
I am one with my bed
The pillows and blankets wrapping all around my head
I feel bad about it, was it better left unsaid?
I'll take that as a yes
Can't get out of bed
Because it's me who made it
Even though it's not quite made yet
I want it but I just can't fake it
Can't take the bad out of me
You can cover it up til it can't be seen
But it's essentially the same
It's there concealed but it still exists either way
I am one with my bed
The sheets and the blankets making a fortress 'round my head
I feel wrong about it, was it better left unsaid?
I'll take that as it is