Bedmaker

Falling backwards in time.
To back before the blast...
When you were a perfect sphere,
And the blame was not all mine.
Skip ahead to last night.
Truth has it's consequences,
no one is perfect here,
and the shame is not all mine.

It's like cancer or amputation...
It's never the same.
Can't put the pieces of a fucked up situation
together again.
The white liar is deluded...
You kick the tires, you drive it home.
It's like cancer or amputation,
it's never the same once that bed is made.