bed

Keaton Henson

My gift to you will be the waking nights
Don t wanna talk about it
The ceiling moves before my aching eyes
I ll watch the phone sit still

Sick of waiting for bad news
Am I waiting to lose you?
Waiting for bad news
Still

I ll grind my teeth down to the nerves again
As long as you are breathing
I ve made my bed, now sit down
You get used to feeling mad

Move away, I am over you
I ve opened my eyes
And the best of my mind fell on through
I am always a captive
When will I play the good cop?
Lord knows I need the practice
Sick of swallowing full stops
Now the system is failing
I m so tired of waiting
For bad news

I ll lie awake
For you again, father
I ll lose my teeth
What use is sleep anyway?
I ll brace myself
To be in hell
I ll fail the test
Love you to death