Every night
When I get into bed
It’s cold
But I no longer care
Because I can crawl into my bed
And hide under the covers
But every morning when I get up
It’s still cold
And this time I care
Because now I have to get out of bed
Out of my sanctuary of warmth
And face the cold, cruel, world
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
Every night
When I get into bed
It’s cold
But I no longer care
Because I can crawl into my bed
And hide under the covers
But every morning when I get up
It’s still cold
And this time I care
Because now I have to get out of bed
Out of my sanctuary of warmth
And face the cold, cruel, world