Wrong Bed

In a second of a blink

before your curling wink

I walk the upward stairs

when I should be goin’ down

I feel the cracking floors

of your encroaching steps

but you’ve got it all wrong

I have to say so long

I hope that I am strong

enough to say

get out of my bed

because I am here too

and you no longer belong

I’m screaming this is wrong

the space between us

hopelessly shattered and torn

feelin’ forlorn as I mourn

this is so wrong

get out of my bed!