You came in and made the bed,
Always to sleep in for one night,
Leaving your scent in my head,
Holding onto me a little too tight.
Making sure to leave you in my heart,
Just to leave the next day.
I could tear the damn bed apart,
Hoping to make it all go away.
Even though I know it\'s no use,
That you will soon be back.
If only to make me feel blue,
And make my will fade to black.
I\'ll keep making this bed,
And you\'ll always stay in my head.