My bed is not as comfortable as it used to be
I could toss and turn for hours but it still would not feel right
As I lay in this bed I think about the beds I could be laying in
About how much better i would fit in them
And about all the dreams I’m missing out on
But then again, this bed has been here forever
It’s been good to me and did it’s best for me
It’s been here forever
I had finally gotten used to it
But only cleaning the sheets and adding some pillows does not make this bed a good bed
I hope you don't know what I'm talking about.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
My bed is not as comfortable as it used to be
I could toss and turn for hours but it still would not feel right
As I lay in this bed I think about the beds I could be laying in
About how much better i would fit in them
And about all the dreams I’m missing out on
But then again, this bed has been here forever
It’s been good to me and did it’s best for me
It’s been here forever
I had finally gotten used to it
But only cleaning the sheets and adding some pillows does not make this bed a good bed
I hope you don't know what I'm talking about.
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