Bedhead
By King
Carry me, carry me, carry me
And I feel no shame when I sleep all-day
Let me be, let me be, let me be
And I don't expect you, to expect anything of me
Accusing me, accusing me, accusing me
Linen lines my body, your lashes are laced shut
You'll never see, never see, never see
I saw you at the gas station
You asked me how I'd been
You made fun of my bedhead
But I was too tired to laugh, so I just smiled instead
Knew you could see the pain
In the way that I held my face
And the trees called my name
I slept in the dirt and I thought to myself all-day
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