Lyrics Bed Fest - Slaughter Beach, Dog

Bed Fest

You wake up
You’re sweating
You know you should’ve stayed out
But it’s dad’s car
And with one more you wouldn’t have cleared the roundabout
Safe now.
It’s over
Clammy slumber detoxing
The warm haze is long gone
And it’s as bad a time as any to think about him
White caps to gray sky and you took all that Dramamine
The worse end of a bad dream when you lost your heart at 17
Consigned it to your brother
He swam it two miles out off shore
It’s aching in his hands, pining from the ocean floor
Fingers laced around those veins, casualty of a cold campaign
The day he left you were ensnared
Your soul held in suspension there
Maybe he’s the blood and ink;
The time you waste at the bathroom sink
You learned to decorate his hell
With the awful things you tell yourself
(You lost your way.)
Dark cloud in a black hole
Your veins all swell, the words appear
You bleed out on your bedsheets
When you say out loud that you can’t stay here