The Bed

Heaven is the bed I make and Hell is where I've slept,
And I know there are parts of me who not know where I been.
Can somebody please tell me why I worry like I do?
This pain I feel don't feel like mine,
I don't know what to do with it.
Here, I'll play dead in the pool I float like I wont sink.
Instead of trying to swim to shore, I call for help again.
And glory to the clarity that comes in subtle waves,
With my back against the wall and nothing to believe in.
And I'm now not afraid to work.
Sometimes I don't know what to do,
So many options, hard to taste, but I'm so hungry,
I can't move,
And when I finally gained that confidence to lift that spoon,
Up to my face I know I'll keep eating even though I'm full.

Now, drill holes in my feet,
Pull me out and watch me drown,
Set me on top of this water, let me stand on solid ground.
I'll play dead in the pool I float like I wont sink.
Instead of taking your advice, I'll float on top of the waves.

Now, you tell me I'm crooked,
You tell me I'll adapt,
You give me an answer to a question never asked.
I need you to listen,
But you needed to talk.
And now we walk together.
We got nothing done.

Now, look at me all civilized,
Like I need this to live.
Addicted to the routine life that I've had since a kid.
City lights, conservatives, and television sets,
And frequencies that I can't see but keep me in their grip.

In between the mountains, something calls for me.
It tells me that it's time for change,
It tells me I should leave.
And I know that I should, but I have nothing to pack.
And I'm scared that once I turn my back that I'd never come back.

I'm tired of the same old same, no pain, no gain, someway, somehow.
I lied when I claimed that I'd know how to make it settle down.
I'm blind like you are me,
And we are naked, not alone.
We're born to raise awareness, just to train in how to smile.

For every little speck (?)
Thats ever been painted on this wall.
I'd sacrifice my ego just so we could watch it fall.
'Cause Heaven is inside of us, and there is no where else.
Together we can finally feel as empty as a home.
And in that home there lives a voice that I call the unknown.
It pulls me and it pushes you to where we need to go.

Sometimes I do not listen, only when I doubt myself.
And when I'm sensitive to my intuition I sense that everything has evolved.

So what is it that governs these decisions we must make,
Between the right and wrong, and how we label some mistakes.
'Cause lately I've been thinking about how it comes in waves,
And how every single choice I make will impact everything.
So how much of this (?) and how much is outside of me?
And what can I do to prevent myself from feeling future pain?
'Cause even when the sun fills up the sky inside of me,
A part of me becomes preoccupied about when it will rain.

Now, Heaven is the bed I make and Hell is where I've slept.
And I know there are parts of me who no not where I've been.
Could somebody please tell me why I worry like I do,
And remind me to enjoy the moment while it lasts with you.

Could somebody please tell me why I worry like I do,
Could somebody please tell me why I worry like I do,
Could somebody please tell me why I worry like I do,
This pain I feel don't feel like mine,
I don't know what to do without it.