Haunt//Bed

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I'm sorry that your dad is dead
I hope you amend it
I think I've lost a lot of my friends
Through belief that I'm an instrument
Well fuck me if you must then
Treat me like an old friend
I can't exist within my own head
So I insist on haunting your bed
If you could only hear what I said
You'd see

I'm not scared (anymore no)
I'm not scared
I'm not scared
I'm not scared
I'm not scared
I'm not scared

Spin car round push your head down down down
And smash into the ground with you
There's been a piece of glass found and a terrible sound
What if what they're saying is true
Oh I prefer it in your bed; television set

I'm not scared
I'm not scared
I'm not scared
I'm not scared
I'm not scared
I'm not scared


:((

the 1975 lyricsDonde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora