THE BED YOU MADE (co- written with Bryan Fylstra) 2026
[Vocals: Low, breathy, recorded through a lo-fi filter] (Yeah... just let it spin. Feel the sunlight coming in.) Push me back every time I lean forward. Yeah, you pretend you're my best friend... Well, at least when you're sober. Take the things I have shown you and throw 'em in the trash. Remember when I was there? Back when you were all alone and feeling so broken. (Yeah, I remember. I was there.) Now it's lights out, and the needle is skipping on the vinyl. Just an empty bottle and one last cigarette. You're sitting there quoting Josh 3:16... Just waiting to be saved by a ghost in a dream. But itβs too late, baby. Yeah, maybe itβs just fate. Push me, push me, push me away! Yeah, this is the bed you made! I said, this is the bed you made! You laid it out, now sleep in it tonight! The bed you made! (Yeah, you made it. Now lie in it.) Were you really that naive? That you didn't see this coming all along? You spent so much time looking at the ceiling, You forgot how to stand on the fucking floor. Now the static is the only thing left in this room. Push me, push me, push me away! Yeah, this is the bed you made! I said, this is the bed you made! You laid it out, now sleep in it tonight! The bed you made! (It never looks the same in the morning.) The needle keeps skipping! The bottle is dry! Youβre looking for mercy in a jaded sky! But the paper won't hold what the eyes can't see! NO, THE PAPER WON'T HOLD! DAMN IT, IT NEVER COMES OUT RIGHT! Push me, push me, push me away! Yeah, this is the bed you made! I said, this is the bed you made! You laid it out, now sleep in it tonight! ITβS THE BED YOU MADE!
