A Bed For Three

Synapse connecting inside my little mind

reality is a lapse on my arm

broken lipstick and empty cigarette boxes

she dreams under a sea of blanket

about all the things she can't have

dim the lights, sweep away the dreams

this ocean of memories are made for two

but yet you made a bed for three

now that I realized

one question remain

was I the one

or was I the boy on the side

pretty little lies, saying all the things I want to hear

can we just stop this useless romance

in this little home, a bed for three

you tore me apart, but I can't escape

your perfume is on my clothes

I remember the way you looked at me

same game different boys

Mad? No