Afton Wolfe - Interrogations Lyrics

He's got a million dollar view of the sunrise,
Cashmere slippers on his pedicured feet.
He's continents away from his wishing wells
And the death and the desert heat.

And I made my bed,
I made my bed.

She's had enough of the nephews
And all of their clipboard-chained lies
Capfuls of scripted apple juice
And sad goodbyes

Come a little closer if you want to know
Where i hid my blues.
I wrote them down in one of those books that you gave me,
But I've got some bad news.

That I made my bed.
I made my bed.

She sleeps with one hand wrapped tight around the curtain
Another hand pressed flat up against the wall
That man in that chair's just a coat hanging there,
But he's staring at you and daring you to fall

She sleepwalks through her days
And through what must feel like hallucinations,
And the angels keep her awake at night
With their vigorous interrogations.

And I made my bed.
I made my bed.