The Darkest Days

Sharing a Bed

I'm bleeding without you and you're all I think about

A million miles away in the bed of a man who could never care about you the way I do

I bang on the door of a man whose words pierce you through and through

I'm irrelevant, I'm fading from your mind as his arms embrace your waist but his hands wrap 'round your throat like snakes in the night

But he's not that bad, he loves you, doesn't he? He doesn't mean it, surely

And the shit I hate the most is finding my voice silenced by the loud voice of the ignorant man you share the house with

A million miles away in the bed of a man who could never feel so deeply for you the way I do

I could never be him, not that you'd want me to

You know what horrors you slide into the covers with at night

You know the monster under your bed shares the blankets with you when his toes grow cold

But you know how to keep it in check

You have the whip to tame the hellish beast whose bruises you kiss when his punches are well deserved

It was me and you and him and mostly me and half of him and all of you

I watched him tear you apart and eat your heart with a side of broken and deranged

He doesn't know what he's doing, he can't help the blade once it starts to slice through your tender little beating heart

These monsters know not what they do, forgive them

He hung us both, but burned you twice, and only I was left alive

My wounds are healing, yours are too, but he's still resting there with you

You two would never have worked, you're still two ships passing in the night

The shit I hate the most is that I'm here and you're there with a noose around your neck and hickies hidden by the rope burns

Fuck you and your naive mind, I got out alive and if I can't take you with me, I'll watch him burn you to ash

Don't say I didn't warn you, don't say I didn't cry out for you

My tears dried and my sympathy turned to rage all too quickly

Don't cry, you got what you wanted at the price I told you it would come at

And still you went to him, sharing a bed with the devil, sharing your kisses with the man with words of blades

I'll apologize in the morning, but my rage is blood thick and mountain high

My blind rage comes from me seeing you in my shoes

I could never look at the pathetic girl I was and feel the words slit my wrists and thighs

And yet, you force me to look, you force me to gaze upon the bed of an angel and the hellbeast