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what's it like under bed sheets with no comfort or company?
and i'm not asking you now, because i'm asking myself
and i can live without knowing how he sees you in your coffee stained sweater every morning
or how you tell him he's the only one that you ever thought of loving
i never dreamt i'd treat myself the way you treated me
with no regard for feelings
mundane apathy
i never dreamt i'd find myself waist deep in your pity like you owed me something
and all those stitches you tore from your new winter jacket
can never be sewn back together again
what's it like under bed sheets with no comfort or company
and i'm not asking you now, but i will be later
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