Back to Bed

Lyrics

Anything but an open book, scratchy cover, hard to look Playing heroes on TV, broken story, every week He thinks you think that he doesn't know, fear of fear, quietly suppose Drags his feet as he steps ahead, just get home and back to bed From behind my bedroom door I'll spy To make sure you will stay nearby, that you will stay nearby And I'll rant and rave and scream and cry But I don't really wanna die, I don't really want to die Garbage day, he throws away all the stench of his past mistakes Heavy hand-me-downs fall off, stripped away his heart unlocks He thinks about all the things he thinks, life, love, loss, the kitchen sink Many pages left to write, and open book with kindred sight