My feet got out of bed today and left my sheets atop my head

My shoes got up and worked today and left my shirt on top my bed

My bed got bored supporting my head heavy had important things he said

He said your snoring tells a story and the story boring me to death

Wake up to a pall mall

In my palm um

I'm beat like a drummer

But my songs sung

I used to be the king now I'm sitting all puzzled

Jack that shit heavy giving up is a struggle

My thoughts weigh my head back down to bed I'm all shuffled

Bed rustles hear a voice all muffled saying

Stop snoring stop snoring stop snoring

U boring u boring u boring

wait , scan the room do a optics check

Looking empty like a cautious threat

I think I lost my head

Why the fuck I'm hearing voices in a empty room

Walk over all innocent, Betty boop

But then the volume increases by decibels

Look over my shoulder behind me to see the spectacle

My bed is vigilant I was sitting a minute ago in him now he living and breathing a increment of me believe him when he speaking articulate sentence at me he behaving like a person that's shaped like a bed and he's saying

My feet got out of bed today and left my sheets atop my head

My shoes got up and worked today and left my shirt on top my bed

My bed got bored supporting my head heavy had important things he said

He said your snoring tells a story and the story boring me to death

How's it boring I'm doing important things

If I floored it anymore I'd be stepped on when doorbell rings

Embedded salt in my eyes so sweat don't sting

So much just slunk inside my snout so you can smell it when I sing

That's why my sheets pull me closer and the green just holds me down

I been living all day I need some nothing to calm me down

So when I sink into my bed of thoughts and stay there for a while

I don't need a fucking bed to tell me how to blow my clouds

Woah calm down I'm not the enemy

I just came to life to express my jealousy

I been sitting on 4 legs for a century

Move once in a while but mostly I stay still endlessly

If I had 2 walking legs I'd walk just down the block feel the ground on my socks

Counting the rocks

i'd be bound to no clock

I'm not tryna tell u how to be

just recounting my thoughts

I would live differently

But I probably can't live without you if I'm honest

Beds don't talk I'm your subconscious

And you been stuck in some dumbass routine for too long and you're not even in your bedroom you're in Kevin hansens class idk why you're imagining a bed talking to you that's fucking dumbbbbb