Why did I save
This painting you made
I must be a slave to the past
I cant hold on
What can I say
The very next day
I put it back in it's place
I guess I'm not so strong
After all
I made you a bed
Inside my head
Inside of my head
I made you a bed
I cleared out a spot for you
Inside of my heart for you
Inside of my heart
I cleared out a spot there
Just for you
The songs that are left
Out on the desk
They won't be addressed
Until you come save me
A vision foretold
Of us growing old
But low and behold
It was only a daydream
After all
I made you a bed
Inside my head
Inside of my head
I made you a bed
I cleared out a spot for you
Inside of my heart for you
Inside of my heart
I cleared out a spot there
Just for you
I made you a bed
Inside my head
Inside of my head
I made you a bed
I cleared out a spot for you
Inside of my heart for you
Inside of my heart
I cleared out a spot there
Just for you