Glued To The Bed

This night has grown around me

But I don’t recognise the black

That I used to ache to see

This bird has flown without me

But I don't scrape away the plaque

That scourge upon our sheen

This sunken room surrounds me

But I don’t push against the walls

On the blu tack stains above my drawers

Left hanging over me

A constellation endlessly reminding me that

I’m no better off

Oh, she’s still hanging over me

She left me with a shrill

Banging noise that I can’t kill

I hope that next time love won’t leave me

Glued to the bed

Fate is only maybe dressed up in expensive furs

Love is just an accent you put on for pretty girls

But how I loved that title she hung loose around my neck

Last week I was her lover now she’s stitching up my chest

She left me with a shrill

Banging noise that I can’t kill

I hope that next time love won’t leave me

Glued to the bed

I numb the constant ill

With anything that won’t stay still

I hope that next time love won’t leave me

Glued to the bed

Oh, I’ve been walking bent over so the wind can't dry my tears

The pain is all that's left of her, won’t let that disappear

Oh, Ben, she’s boxed up and thrown you, completely broke you

But I’m still thinking of her, when I’m not thinking at all

(I keep digging up these bones)

When I’m not thinking at all

(I keep digging up these bones)

When I’m not thinking at all

(I keep digging up these bones)

When I’m not thinking at all

(I keep digging up these bones)

When I’m not thinking at all