Bedside

I don't hold anything against you

Or at least I'm trying not to

If you held me now I'd bruise

Still soft after losing myself in you

And sometimes I find

In the middle of the night

I'm wondering what the

Other half of your bed looks like

And if it's been filled

Like mine

I find it weird

How years of my life

Seem to have disappeared overnight

How long was I walking

With a ghost by my side?

I just wanted to be wanted

But you didn't want me right

And sometimes I find

In the middle of the night

I'm wondering what the

Other half of your bed looks like

And if it's been filled

Like mine

You say your conscience hurts like hell

And that you didn't treat me well

Wracked with guilt

You just had to tell

I know what you did

I lived it myself

You say your conscience hurts like hell

And that you didn't treat me well

Wracked with guilt

You just had to tell

I know what you did

'Cause I lived it myself

I lived it myself

Moving fast

But I feel slow

I'm not afraid to let go

Eventually, you'll find

Someone else to hold

But you never forget

The first person you truly know