Bed

So let's set this up from the start
I was young and you were 23
You didn't take your life that seriously
This isn't a story about a boy breaking my heart
There was no mention of love
That was very clear from the start
Your older friends and their even older advice
No, it wasn't tailored to me
And my small untarnished teenage life

He said "take me where you want to go
Underneath these bedsheets
With your sweaty, old, ripped, grotty clothes
We know we're no good for each other
And I know I occupy your head
Meeting you was a disaster"
So we pour a drink and get into bed

I said "leave," I said "go"
You said "no, no, no, no, no, no, no"
Then you threw stones at my window
Made me feel so simple
The next day I spoke to your sister and she asked
"How are things with my miserable brother?
He's a complex kinda guy
I'd get away now whilst you still can try"

He said "take me where you want to go
Underneath these bedsheets
With your sweaty, old, ripped, grotty clothes
We know we're no good for each other
And I know I occupy your head
Meeting you was a disaster"
So we pour a drink and get into bed

I never wanted much and you didn't take up time
Cleaned up after yourself and your dirty bottles of wine
23-year-old toddler who would throw himself into bed
And sing songs with the fairies, said that they took over his head
So I said "Baby, please stop drinking
As your friend, I'll do your thinking
'Cause there's one thing on your mind
If you're going home alone tonight"
I said "Baby, please stop drinking
As your friend, I'll do your thinking
'Cause there's one thing on your mind
If you're going home alone tonight"

Take me where you want to go
Underneath these bedsheets
With your sweaty old ripped grotty clothes
We know we're no good for each other
And I know I occupy your head
Meeting you was a disaster
So we pour a drink and get into bed