Bed fit for a king,
Yet it stills stings
Big empty bed with so much room
Alone with my thoughts, regret filled tune
Staring at the ceiling with its black background
My yawning stretches filling hallow with sound
Lots of space so i sleep diagonal
Spirit is plummeting, im acting irrational
Plenty of room to steal covers off a lover
But instead, i lay alone
Tossing and turning and yerning
Big empty bed with so much room
So much space for loneliness to consume