Bedtime Arguments

I hate going to bed.
I feel like a child,
but I hate going to bed.
My bed is empty and lonely.
I can make it through the day.
I can get through all my work
and all the frustrations.
But when night falls
and its time to crawl into bed,
I just don’t want to.
My bed is cold and lonely.
I want someone to hold me
as I’m falling asleep.
I want someone to hold
while I’m falling asleep.
I want a warm body next to me,
someone who cares about me.
Someone who would miss me
if I wasn’t there.
Someone who would be strong
for everyone else, and then at night,
alone, would cry for me.
My bed used to be safe and warm,
a comforting spot, a dear friend.
Now its the enemy, cold and hard,
mocking my pain.
I can repress the emptiness and loneliness
during the day.
But at night, when the only light
comes from the snow reflecting the moon,
everything comes pouring out.
And my pillow is cold and poking me,
keeping me awake while I fight to get sleep,
I fight to feel safe.
The clock flicks through each painful
lonely minute, angonizingly slow.
And though the sorrow may last for the night,
release comes with the morning…….the things I’ve done?
I don’t know if I should stay or turn around and run
I know that I hurt you; things will never be the same
The only love I ever knew, I threw it all away

And I can feel you breathing
And it’s keeping me awake
Can you feel it beating?
My heart’s sinking like a weight

I can feel you breathing
It’s keeping me awake
Could you stop my heart?
It’s always beating.
Sinking like a weight

Breathing ~ Yellowcard