I Made The Bed

D                                            G 
Stuck standing on the other side of the street 
                                  Bm 
Seeing my reflection in the breezes 
              A                     G 
Blowing every last good thing to smithereens 
D                                       G 
I start thinking of home and missing my mother 
                                             Bm 
Not sure if I can bear another part time lover 
                     A                     G 
This burdens getting far too heavy to hang off me 
  A       D                   G 
I fear anything that holds me down 
   A        D                   G 
My feet get cold on solid ground 



D                                                    G 
I′m getting good at saying wrong things in the right way 
G 
Always seem to have it all then I throw it away 
Bm             A                G     D 
If I'm honest, I′m holding onto shame 
                                    G 
This fear of fallings keeping me on edge 
                                      Bm 
The sinking feeling, should I hold my breath 
                      A            G 
Learning how to sleep next to my regrets 
            Bm                       A                    G 
I should've known what I was getting into when I layed my head 
                    D   G 
Cause I made the bed 



D                                G 
 Going insane, I'm a fish out of water 
                                         Bm 
The attic of my brain searching all four corners 
                     A                   G 
There's sure to be a little good left in me 
D                                           G 
 But I worry about war and being all that I can be 
                                      Bm 
Paying off debt and doing right by my family 
               A                     G 
I hold a heavy weight just to prove I′m manly 
      A       D                   G 
But I fear anything that holds me down 
A        D                G 
How am I always checking out? 



D                                                    G 
I′m getting good at saying wrong things in the right way 
G 
Always seem to have it all then I throw it away 
Bm             A                G     D 
If I'm honest, I′m holding onto shame 
                                    G 
This fear of fallings keeping me on edge 
                                      Bm 
The sinking feeling, should I hold my breath 
                      A            G 
Learning how to sleep next to my regrets 
            Bm                       A                    G 
I should've known what I was getting into when I layed my head 
                   Bm  A  G 
Cause I made the bed 
                   Bm  F#7  G 
Cause I made the bed 


Outro 
D                                                    G 
I'm getting good at saying wrong things in the right way 
G                                           Bm 
Always seem to have it all then I throw it away 
               A 
If I′m honest, I'm holding on