Bedroom Waltz
She came to me with guarantees
Of future facades
Misunderstood, with lips that could
Restore faith in God
Unfamiliar territory
Nerves reaching their peak
Not unlike a written story
Just harder to believe
From the cradle to another
Place to lay my head
I've been where so many other
Fools would pray to tread
I had my time, I've been inside
I know how you feel
Soft and lovely, awfully hungry
For something that's real
Something that's real
Something that's real
With disbelief I count the leaves
And keep it for luck
I'd bid farewell to coins in wells
To get one more fuck
Just one more taste, one more mistake
I'd be satisfied
I'm a junkie, take my money
I'm not afraid to die
Writer/s: Elliott Miller
