Somewhere between the mattress and the sheets
I think I've misplaced my dignity
Lock box, white lace
So delicate, despite the kill count boasted by your bed frame
My bed is a black hole
I'm married to bad decisions
And I'll sleep through the day
To put them off just a little bit longer
With you
I stumbled home
I'm past my peak
Blacked out again
Come now coma
Please come a little closer
I wait with bated breath
Welcome sleep, the best that I'll get for weeks