Haunt / Bed

I'm sorry that your dad's dead I hope you amend it I think I've lost a lot of my friends Through belief that I'm an instrument Well fuck me if you must then Treat me like an old friend I can't exist within my own head So I insist on haunting your bed If you could only hear what I said You'd see I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared Spin car round push your head down down down Smashing to the ground with you There's been a piece of glass found and a terrible sound What if what they're saying is true? Oh I prefer it in you bed; television set I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared I'm not scared