Sleep On It - Angela McCluskey

Now I know that nothing’s get me high

Scorched the land to find a man

Even lost the will to lie

Plucked out every artery

Left my heart to die

I made my bed

So I can lie on it

So I can cry on it

Now i’m wondering why

I made this bed

Cameras hidden in my ceiling fan

Excuse me but where was you, god

That long hot afternoon

Drag my head across the floor

Now i’m living deadAnd I made my bed

So I can sleep on it

So I can weep on it

Now I’m wondering why

I made this bed

And the cold dew’s stinging

There’s vultures singing

I caught a vision of my death

But there is

One sweet poison i’m immune to

Don’t wake me

Cause my dreaming’s seeming true

I made my bed

So I can lie on it

So I can cry on it

Now i’m wondering why

I made this bed

So I can sleep on it

So I can weep on it

Now I’m wondering why

I made this bed