I'm just sleeping in this bed I made

 

 

I took a plane over the stars,

It didn't get me very far.

'Cause all my problems, they follow me.

 

I flew to the moon, but it wasn't far enough away from you

'Cause all our problems, they follow me.

 

And every night, I close my eyes,

and all my troubles fade.

And every morning when I rise,

I'm just sleeping in this bed I made.

 

One million times inside of my mind, oh

I have justified, baby

But all my problems still follow me,

And I discovered a way to cleverly avoid the blame.

But all my problems still follow me.

 

And every night, I close my eyes,

all my troubles fade,

But every morning when I rise,

 I'm just sleeping in this bed I made,

 

I can't outrun the pain, oh

Should have faced these demons as they came.

And what I wouldn't trade,

To make some room in this bed I made

 

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