Bedhead

I stay in bed all day counting the dots on my face
I think they're benign but I'm worried I'll find
Something I'm too late to treat
Maybe it's early for wine
But it feels like midnight most of the time
Even though she's gone I'm feeling fine

I'm so sick of being stuck in bed
I'm so sick of being stuck in my head
Time to turn it around
Turn it around
Turn it around
Turn it around

I want to run in the grass
Feel the wind in my hair let time fly past
I don't wanna work another week
Man's born free but lives in chains
And I've been wearing the same shirt for days
I need something better to drag me outta this haze

I'm still wondering what comes next
When you're tired of love and tired of sex
I'm so sick of being stuck in bed
I'm so sick of being stuck in my head
Time to turn it around
Turn it around
Turn it around
Turn it around



Credits
Writer(s): Jonah Skeen
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