my bed sounds just like me
Bury me in pillows and
Sheets all made of cotton
And let me be forgotten
To the ones who once knew me
I wish I could just die here
Spend forever and lie here
Overthink myself to death
In the comfort of my bed
With its broken springs and its creaking legs
It wheezes and it moans
You know it sounds just like me
'Cause you know I grouch and groan
Lying in my quilted coffin
Rethinking all I've said
Drained of vitality by
All my existential dread
And sometimes I wish noone had met me
And I could just fade away
Into obscurity past an event horizon
To a pool of shadow that I could dive in
Sometimes I think they'd be happier
If they never knew me
Which I hope to god isn't really true
And they try their best to prove it to me
With its broken springs and its creaking legs
It wheezes and it moans
You know it sounds just like me
'Cause you know I grouch and groan
Lying in my quilted coffin
Rethinking all I've said
Drained of vitality by
All my existential dread
And I grab a cup of coffee to get me through the night
Maybe a cup of tea if that's how I'm inclined
Sheets all made of cotton
And let me be forgotten
To the ones who once knew me
I wish I could just die here
Spend forever and lie here
Overthink myself to death
In the comfort of my bed
With its broken springs and its creaking legs
It wheezes and it moans
You know it sounds just like me
'Cause you know I grouch and groan
Lying in my quilted coffin
Rethinking all I've said
Drained of vitality by
All my existential dread
And sometimes I wish noone had met me
And I could just fade away
Into obscurity past an event horizon
To a pool of shadow that I could dive in
Sometimes I think they'd be happier
If they never knew me
Which I hope to god isn't really true
And they try their best to prove it to me
With its broken springs and its creaking legs
It wheezes and it moans
You know it sounds just like me
'Cause you know I grouch and groan
Lying in my quilted coffin
Rethinking all I've said
Drained of vitality by
All my existential dread
And I grab a cup of coffee to get me through the night
Maybe a cup of tea if that's how I'm inclined
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Writer(s): Cory Wood
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