Haunt // Bed

I'm sorry that your dad's dead

I hope you amend it

I think I've lost a lot of my friends

Through belief that I'm an instrument



Fuck me if you must, then

Treat me like an old friend

I can't exist within my own head

So I insist on haunting your bed



If you could only hear what I said

You'd see...I'm not scared any more

I'm not scared...

I'm not scared...

I'm not scared...

I'm not scared...

I'm not scared...



Spin your car around, push your head down, down, down

Smashing to the ground with you

There's been a piece of glass found and a terrible sound, sound

What if they say it's true?

Oh, I prefer it in your bed, television set



I'm not scared...

I'm not scared...

I'm not scared...