This Bed

Bit by bit, and piece by piece it’s adding up
The one I love loves me the least
A growing need for apologies, but when I’m wrong I’m weak in the knees
It’s better now you don’t come back to me, let it be known I’m a liar and a
thief
What I stole is in what I’ve said
It’s a shame our books been closed because it’s words have been bled
Inch by inch, a foot to feet, a growing gap, and the miles between
A single lie becomes a beast
It’s adding up, the one I love loves me the least
Breathing deep, lying awake too alone to sleep
It’s in my mind and in my head
There’s a certain type of cold that lives in this bed