When you wake up on the wrong side of the bed
Nothing much is going through your head
Except maybe the end of August
Cause that month was the worst you've ever gotten the shakes
Shackles on fire clung to your wrists
Watch as they burn your skin
The shackles were made of feathers from the pillow you tore up in your sleep
You were having a bad dream
An idea really
Your bones have gotten thinner
Your face feels so far away
But the people disagree
And they say what you're feeling is cold on a warm day
Soon it will go away
But I've had the shakes for too long
Like months with a never ending song
It's too late now I'm gonna go to sleep
Tonight my bed looks so much more comfy
Like a booth in a corner at the comedy club
When I wake up...
If I wake up
It'll be early
Always too early
And on the wrong side of the bed
Because when I sleep I bend over and backwards
Trying to get to the other side
Which ever one is right