Bed Song Lyrics

I'm laying in the bed he made

But it's my own window that I face

Evocative vanilla never fades

My God, I'm so afraid

I tell him he can stop running

He takes the side closest to the door

He's my favourite fourteen hours

We do nothing, nothing at all

"Baby, let's go to the swingin' party

We'll share a fag on the way down"

Angels stroke him, just to taunt me

Pretty devil softly exhales

Can't let a dogstar leave my orbit

My second knuckle between his lips

He said if this was his last twenty minutes

No regrets, he's where he needs to be

Thirty-first, it's Halloween night

I dress in last week's tangled sheets

I don't cut any holes and I get a few laughs

But I just feel empty without him beneath

I can't stomach those songs

That I know, to be the most true

Golden slumbers on my pillowcase

I sing to him a love that isn't through