My bed is cold
And I can spread out more
Than I have ever wished
In my short life

I want a love
Tangible and real
Like what I use to have
Before **** hit the fan

It was like a calm
Before the storm
As we fought nearly
On a daily

But in the end
We were in the bed
Together with clasped hands
And tangled legs

But you went left
As I went right
The distance grew
More than we planned

But that's okay
I search for someone
Who also decided
To hang a right