My bed’s a mess,
no reason to tidy it up,
don’t feel like tucking the corners in,
losing control and losing respect,
once the trust is gone,
what good is a relationship,
yeah we’ve all got skeletons in our closets,
only difference is you haven’t let yours out yet,
who am I to her,
just some one to see when she’s not fcking guys,
what am I to her,
just some place where she can run away and hide,
is our time together just meantime,
are we just spending time in the meantime,
until she finds a richer man,
or a more generous guy,
after all what more can I offer her,
other than these four walls I humbly call home,
other than a shoulder for her to cry on,
a friend to fill that space in her heart when she feels alone,
and I know she’s using me,
it’s all way too painfully obvious,
but I let her use me because I deserve to be used,
I guess this is what karma is,
payback,
for every woman I ever neglected,
since way back,
when I was a young punk that didn’t respect ****t,
but I’ve grown up,
more than just a little bit,
I’ve grown up,
just look at all my accomplishments,
I’ve got a home in California now,
and a beautiful California King bed,
but what good is a big bed,
if you don’t even take the time to make it,
my bed’s a mess,
no reason to tidy it up,
don’t feel like tucking the corners in,
losing control and losing respect,
once the trust is gone,
what good is a relationship,
yeah we’ve all got skeletons in our closets,
only difference is you haven’t let yours out yet…
∆ LaLux ∆
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