Bloody pillows

Burried in bed, face down, heart racing.
Back against the sky as if I've been dropped.
Heart beats so loud it's shaking the headboard,
You'd think I was in love...

Of all the things I should have ran from,
I followed my nose across the line.
What's missing?

A clean pillow and a slay of excuses.
If I turn over to look up for God,
The truth would drip down my face.