I sometimes think about it
My god what happened to my
There'd be some certainty
I sometimes think about it
With glee it never happened to me
There's someone in the bed frame that holds some power over me
I float above the headboard yet slide beneath the sheets
There's someone in the bedpost who says he sees what I see
He told me not to tell you there's life in hesitancy
I sometimes think about it
It's chilling and repulsive
There's someone in my bedroom
I tried to wash the dirt out
But look what happened to me