The Bed We Made © 2005 Siuan McGahan

Running round in circles and running out of time 
running from my certainty or demons in your mind 
I don't know what you want from me, you don't know what is mine 
I don't take to your apathy, your sacrificial line

Counting the days, counting complaints 
counting the ways we ask for change 
how we forsake and we delay, 
we lie awake in the bed that we made

Pulling from my revelry and crossing every line 
you don't know what you do to me, but do it every time 
I don't jive with your sophistry, the words that you unwind 
Unraveling the tapestry, my weakness left behind

Counting the days, counting complaints 
counting the ways we ask for change 
how we forsake and we delay, 
we lie awake in the bed that we made

I wish that you would hurt me, I wish you'd yell or scream 
I wish that you would make me cry or just do something mean 
but there's nothing wrong with you, you're just wrong for me 
what I wish you would do, is make it easier to leave