I still lay on the bedding you bought
And it gives me comfort
I tried to throw it out
But brought it back in as last resort
It’s not as fucked up as I first thought
It’s the tug and toll and rough and pull
That makes love, love.
Even though you didn’t get enough,
I still lay on the bedding you left
It warms me up, gives me glow, more than you ever did or do
And that’s strange that I get more comfort from a material thing?
I tried to throw it out but then my foot got caught
Brought it back in as last resort
It’s not as fucked up as I first thought.
I never intended to grow any attachment
It just felt nice to have something that felt like a match
laziness and penniless
I wasn’t really sure what I was supposed to replace
So I slept on it a few more nights,
Till I thought of something to make it feel right
But I couldn’t get the thought
So I tried to throw it out
But brought it back in as a last resort
You broke my heart
Just thought you should know.