Body For My Bed - William Fitzsimmons

This is my last chance to ever make it right

Before they turn out every single light

And figure out that this is not my home

My mother warned me of people that would take advantage of my money and my grace

But she forgot to tell me I’m the same

And I’m the one to blame

And I was born to lay it on your back

Cause I have chosen the sadness that you lack

But you won’t let me back into your heart

Oh god my bed is empty

Oh god my bed is empty

And Jesus told me that you would be okay if I began to go out on some dates

And find myself a body for my bed

And all your stories filled with cavious caveats

About the past you told me you forgot

But hold on tightly when no one is around

I’m terrified for the time you were gone

And how we both intend to linger on

To keep me company at least just for a while

Oh god my bed is empty

Oh god my bed is empty

Oh god my bed is empty