Bed

When you’re near I want you to go

But when you’re far I’m a puddle I’m a mope

It’s got nothing to do with you baby

It’s that time of year

And I’m shivering like a California baby

I guess that Midwest has thinned

It’s love that I feel for you darling

Even when I can’t get out of bed

He’ll bring me something

Works been slow, but it seems the same for most

Running out of friends started letting all the cats in

God help me I bought tuna at the store for them

The flu came and knocked you off your feet

With a fever rising you looked white as a ghost

Throwing dirty tissues into a shopping bag

It’s love that I feel for darling

Even when you can’t get out of bed

I’ll bring you something