Make My Bed - The Early November

Drowning in all my thoughts

Fearing I know it all

Spinning away the night in bed

Fumbling through the signs

Searching to find new light

I can’t even justify to hang my head

Shame we can’t walk straight tonight

That cold blood mixture on my mind

So many ways I can’t decide

Never listen to your head

Never listen to your heart

Can’t stop spinning around it

Can’t stop, I want to be grounded

Can’t find a place to hang my head

All worn out and talking slow

Might need rest, but I won’t let go

Not 'til I remake my bed

All worn out and talking slow

Might need rest, but I won’t let go

Not 'til I remake my bed

All worn out and talking slow

Might need rest, but I won’t let go

Not 'til I remake my bed

All worn out and talking slow

Might need rest, but I won’t let go

Not 'til I remake my bed