Haunt // Bed

Lyricist: MACDONALD, ROSS STEWART / HANN, ADAM BRIAN THOMAS / DANIEL, GEORGE BEDFORD / HEALY, MATTHEW TIMOTHY     Composer: MACDONALD, ROSS STEWART / HANN, ADAM BRIAN THOMAS / DANIEL, GEORGE BEDFORD / HEALY, MATTHEW TIMOTHY

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
And 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, no, 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
Smash into the ground with you
There's been a piece of glass found
And a terrible sound, sound
What if they're saying is true?

Oh I prefer it in your bed, television set

I'm not scared
I'm not scared
I'm not scared