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Empty Bed
There's just no comfort in an empty bed.
My body's tired, but still I sit awake.
It feels as if I'm waiting - but for what?
Something to chase away this lonely ache.
I know that sleep is what my body needs.
There's just no comfort in an empty bed.
Night after night I numb with screen or glass,
And some nights I drink poetry instead.
Is there a switch I'm lacking in my brain?
Something that says "all's well; it's safe to rest"?
There's just no comfort in an empty bed,
No arms to wrap around me in my nest.
I crave a lullaby, a gentle kiss,
Something to ease the longing in my head.
Eventually, exhaustion tucks me in,
But there's no comfort in an empty bed.
My body's tired, but still I sit awake.
It feels as if I'm waiting - but for what?
Something to chase away this lonely ache.
I know that sleep is what my body needs.
There's just no comfort in an empty bed.
Night after night I numb with screen or glass,
And some nights I drink poetry instead.
Is there a switch I'm lacking in my brain?
Something that says "all's well; it's safe to rest"?
There's just no comfort in an empty bed,
No arms to wrap around me in my nest.
I crave a lullaby, a gentle kiss,
Something to ease the longing in my head.
Eventually, exhaustion tucks me in,
But there's no comfort in an empty bed.
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