I see you girl,
Moving from bed to bed
Still can’t find the right fit
No Sealy sleep pad
No memory foam
They don’t remember you.
And after you leave, neither do you

Your like a princess, and the pea
You keep stacking up the beds, hoping that
Some amount of padding will save you from the pain, oh the pain…
But it won’t, you can’t cushion a hard break
There’s no way to soften a rough fall…

Some day you’ll find your way
Off that high horse, and you can
Stand in the shit with the rest
We’re all working a shovel,
Trying to find a way out

Your best means of escape is on your
Back, like a possum playing dead
Just trying to be ignored, I’m sure
If you keep trying, one day you’ll fade away