Making My Bed
Finding out, what I see, and what I couldn't
All these days, they run by, o so slowly, up inside your face
We used to laugh, we used to run, we used to sit'
We used to watch, we used to go and we used to cry
I can't take your face no more
It's a chore inside my head
Why does it always feel like, I'm making my bed, with you
I could go, all night long, reciting these verses, and into the day
The car window rolls, down so slow, your hair is dancing up inside the wind
We used to laugh, we used to run, we used to sit
We used to watch, we used to go and we used to cry

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