This bed is warm
It's been perfectly made
The covers foldered just right
Waiting for you to crawl in it.
Who would leave it?
But we sleep
And we toss
And we turn.
But who says all dreams are good?
A nightmare is still a dream my darling.
Something your mind has created.
Your mind, your thoughts, your fault.
You've made your bed sweetheart,
It's just the way you wanted it.
Now lie in it.