Unmade Bed
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I’m an unmade bed, a sink of dirty water
I’ve been ripped up and put back together
One too many times
An unread book, a lost instruction manual
And untried recipe for the most delicious pie
Now I’m ready to play dead again
I’m dead again
Fall down and crack open my head again
Open my head again