Sep 2018
Right Side Wrong Bed
my eyes are rollin, openin from the back of my head ,
checkin the time, little past 4 am
familiar guy on my side , **** not this again
sick of wakin up right side of the wrong bed
n i guess its alright
chances of me stoppin are , slim
despite how much i try
always back on his skin
this happens everytime
hopin someday ill move past this
hopefully one day i might
n so i slipped on my socks
n draws and dipped thro the front
the only thing i really regret was,
not showing you how much you meant ,
how much you mean
how for me you are the everything i will and ever need
like a unique missing piece inside a space only you can fill the empty place
and i remember once when i tried to hate you with every ion of my being
but who i ended up hating was me.
me for feeling such feelings i never thought could be felt.
your voice made me so weak i was reluctant to ask for help.
and theres more wealth in the sound of your name then all the paper my wallet can ever contain.
i told my momma i loved a boy and she said i oughta be ashamed.
i oughta be ashamed.
that i gave away my heart this way and let someone else hold control,
she just doesnt want my cards to fold, i really understand cause neither do i.
i just swear without the warmth of his hold, it'd be the end of my life,
and there really is no good ina goodbye.
right side of the wrong bed,
what a familiar sight.
right side of the wrong bed story of my life
my body been a tool my mentality is a sulking wound and i was consumed by the blooming fumes of hurt inside my lungs but baby u fill me with clear air, & I've concluded this feeling its very unfair.
like my blouse i find my conscious completely undone
my brain picked apart
, scattered pieces just laying
like our clothes in the dark
there was no light except the spark that arose between our souls
ive never felt more colorful in a place that was completely dull.
but then i woke up bare and cold n most of all alone. this time the bed i woke up in was mine.
right side of the wrong bed,
what a familiar sight.
right side of the wrong bed story of my life
the bed is yours and its been made
told momma im ****** up
& she said i oughta be ashamed.
because ive let you go
i thought thats what i oughta do
now im chokin on the truth
theres really not much me without a little you.
baby thats the ****** truth
n now im all bruised n wounded
ive done this to myself thats what the truth is
im consumed in it
its ruthless and i cant ****** do this
i cant ****** do this
baby im so uselessss
my eyes are rollin, openin from the back of my head ,
checkin the time, little past 4 am
familiar guy on my side , **** not this again
sick of wakin up right side of the wrong bed
n i guess its alright
chances of me stoppin are , slim
despite how much i try
always back on his skin
this happens everytime
hopin someday ill move past this
hopefully one day i might
n so i slipped on my socks
n draws and dipped thro the front
the only thing i really regret was,
not showing you how much you meant ,
how much you mean
how for me you are the everything i will and ever need
like a unique missing piece inside a space only you can fill the empty place
and i remember once when i tried to hate you with every ion of my being
but who i ended up hating was me.
me for feeling such feelings i never thought could be felt.
your voice made me so weak i was reluctant to ask for help.
and theres more wealth in the sound of your name then all the paper my wallet can ever contain.
i told my momma i loved a boy and she said i oughta be ashamed.
i oughta be ashamed.
that i gave away my heart this way and let someone else hold control,
she just doesnt want my cards to fold, i really understand cause neither do i.
i just swear without the warmth of his hold, it'd be the end of my life,
and there really is no good ina goodbye.
right side of the wrong bed,
what a familiar sight.
right side of the wrong bed story of my life
my body been a tool my mentality is a sulking wound and i was consumed by the blooming fumes of hurt inside my lungs but baby u fill me with clear air, & I've concluded this feeling its very unfair.
like my blouse i find my conscious completely undone
my brain picked apart
, scattered pieces just laying
like our clothes in the dark
there was no light except the spark that arose between our souls
ive never felt more colorful in a place that was completely dull.
but then i woke up bare and cold n most of all alone. this time the bed i woke up in was mine.
right side of the wrong bed,
what a familiar sight.
right side of the wrong bed story of my life
the bed is yours and its been made
told momma im ****** up
& she said i oughta be ashamed.
because ive let you go
i thought thats what i oughta do
now im chokin on the truth
theres really not much me without a little you.
baby thats the ****** truth
n now im all bruised n wounded
ive done this to myself thats what the truth is
im consumed in it
its ruthless and i cant ****** do this
i cant ****** do this
baby im so uselessss
