Your Bed

I slept for too long in your bed
When I woke up afternoon you'd already left
I sat in your sheets by myself
Staring out at your back porch
And at your dresser drawers
And the dress that you wore
In a pile on the floor

And now there's no wrong or right
Just new ways to get lost in the night
And there ain't nothing like the sound of old advice

I slept for too long in your bed
I expected something else
And got something else instead
I left you a note explaining why half the dishеs were broke
For whеn you got home from work
You felt so misled by the books that you'd read
You stood up in your bed
And you sang to yourself
And your song said

That there ain't no one to blame
Just an old list of forgotten names
And you would feel misrepresented either way