Spread thin on this wide brown bed,
My head buried under a mountain  of beige
Colored pillow cases, the dark figure
of my thoughts paces .. and I think
if I hold my breath for just a little longer
perhaps this feeling of you
will grow into something stronger
and my illusion of what you were will live on
And I’ll find a way to be strong,
Not spread thin on this big brown bed
That’s to empty without your memories
To keep me warm, just a heated laptop
With a moaning fan, nothing like the open arms
Of a handsome man with a tongue that’s
To quick for his own good,
I wish you would stop saying what you said,
Or would have said what you meant.
Now I’m spent and spread to thin on this
Empty brown bed.
And I’m drowning in beige pillow cases
I’ll choke to death long before I can catch my breath,
I hate what you do to me, but do it again,
I’m waiting here spread to thin on this lovely big brown bed.