Bedside

I don't hold anything against you
 Or at least I'm trying not to
 If you held me now I'd bruise
 Still soft after losing myself in you
 And sometimes I find
 In the middle of the night
 I'm wondering what the
 Other half of your bed looks like
 And if it's been filled
 Like mine
 I find it weird
 How years of my life
 Seem to have disappeared overnight
 How long was I walking
 With a ghost by my side?
 I just wanted to be wanted
 But you didn't want me right
 And sometimes I find
 In the middle of the night
 I'm wondering what the
 Other half of your bed looks like
 And if it's been filled
 Like mine
 You say your conscience hurts like hell
 And that you didn't treat me well
 Wracked with guilt
 You just had to tell
 I know what you did
 I lived it myself
 You say your conscience hurts like hell
 And that you didn't treat me well
 Wracked with guilt
 You just had to tell
 I know what you did
 'Cause I lived it myself
 I lived it myself
 Moving fast
 But I feel slow
 I'm not afraid to let go
 Eventually, you'll find
 Someone else to hold
 But you never forget
 The first person you truly know