Bed
Sometimes, I don’t know, if I am healing or hiding away
So I’ll just pull these sheets over my head
Why is it so hard to get out of bed?

‘Cause I don’t want to face the world today
And I can’t tell up from down
I can’t even put one foot on the ground

Some days will just be, harder to focus, to breathe
So I’ll just press into the hours that pass
Why is it so hard to get out of bed?

So I will try to face the world today
When I can’t tell up from down
Maybe I can start, with one foot on the ground

On the ground…on the ground…one foot on the ground…on the ground…