The Bed I Made

(Maia Sharp - David Batteau)



All the ways I cared for you

Are working like you want them to

As I break down and you stay strong

I write my own forgiveness song.



I try to lie down and sleep it off like a drug

But it's not your concern

Another night and it's only right

I toss and I turn in the bed I made.



The wine dark room, the flashing eyes

That hung me from my string of lies

You said you were numb from wondering

I guess I wasn't listening.



I try to lie down and sleep it off like a drug

But you're not concerned

Another night and it's only right

That I toss and I turn in the bed I made.



With my own hands

I fashioned this frame

And into the wood

I carved out my name.



I try to lie down and sleep it off like a drug

But you're not concerned

Another night and it's only right

That I toss and I turn in the bed I made.



And it's only right

That I toss and I turn

In the bed I made.



The bed I made.



The bed I made...