Can’t get out of bed

Because it’s me who made it

But it’s not really made yet

And I don’t know if i’ll make it

Can't take the bed out of me

It’s in there to a degree

Above what if

I’ve been trying to leave but I just can’t take it

I am one with my bed

The pillows and blankets wrapping all around my head

I feel bad about it, was it better left unsaid?

I’ll take that as a yes

Can't get out of bed

Because it's me who made it

Even though it's not quite made yet

I want it but I just can't fake it

Can't take the bad out of me

You can cover it up til it can't be seen

But it's essentially the same

It's there concealed but it still exists either way

I am one with my bed

The sheets and the blankets making a fortress ‘round my head

I feel wrong about it, was it better left unsaid?

I’ll take that as it is