| This is my last chance to ever make it right
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| Before they turn out every single light
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| And figure out that this is not my home
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| My mother warned me of people that would take advantage of my money and my grace
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| But she forgot to tell me I’m the same
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| And I’m the one to blame
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| And I was born to lay it on your back
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| Cause I have chosen the sadness that you lack
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| But you won’t let me back into your heart
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| Oh god my bed is empty
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| Oh god my bed is empty
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| And Jesus told me that you would be okay if I began to go out on some dates
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| And find myself a body for my bed
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| And all your stories filled with cavious caveats
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| About the past you told me you forgot
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| But hold on tightly when no one is around
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| I’m terrified for the time you were gone
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| And how we both intend to linger on
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| To keep me company at least just for a while
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| Oh god my bed is empty
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| Oh god my bed is empty
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| Oh god my bed is empty |