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