the bed song

tayfa75
exhibit a
we are friends in a sleeping bag splitting the heat
we have one filthy pillow to share and your lips are in my hair
someone upstairs has a rat that we laughed at
and people are drinking
and singing van halen and slayer on a ukulele tear

exhibit b
well, we found an apartment
it’s not much to look at
a futon on a floor
torn-off desktop for a door
all the decor’s made of milk crates and duct tape
and if we have sex
they can hear us through the floor
but we don’t do that anymore

and i lay there wondering, what is the matter?
is this a matter of worse or of better?
you took the blanket, so i took the bedsheet
but i would have held you if you’d only

let me

exhibit c
look how quaint
and how quiet and private
our paychecks have bought us a condo in town
it’s the nicest flat around
you picked a mattress and had it delivered
and i walked upstairs
and the sight of it made my heart pound
and i wrapped my arms around me

and i stood there wondering, what is the matter?
is this a matter of worse or of better?
you walked right past me and straightened the covers
but i would still love you if you wanted a lover
and you said
all the money in the world
won’t buy a bed so big and wide
to guarantee that you won’t accidentally touch me
in the night

exhibit d
now we’re both mostly paralyzed
don’t know how long we’ve been lying here in fear
too afraid to even feel
i find my glasses and you turn the light out
roll off on your side
like you’ve rolled away for years
holding back those king-size tears

and i still don’t ask you, what is the matter?
is this a matter of worse or of better?
you take the heart failure
i’ll take the cancer
i’ve long stopped wondering why you don’t answer

exhibit e
you can certainly see how fulfilling a life
from the cost and size of stone of our final resting home
we got some nice ones right under a cherry tree
you and me lying the only way we know
side by side and still and cold

and i finally ask you, what was the matter?
was it a matter of worse or of better?
you stretch your arms out and finally face me
you say i would have told you

if you’d only asked me
if you’d only asked me
if you’d only asked me

(bkz: amanda palmer)


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