This Bed

Verse Progression: D F#m E A Chorus/End Progression: A E D A -Verse 1- Bit by bit, and piece by piece it's adding up. The one I love loves me the least. A growing need for apologies, but when I'm wrong I'm weak in the knees. -Chorus- It's better now. Don't come back to me. Let it be known I'm a liar and a thief. What I stole is what I've said. It's a shame our books been closed because it's words have been bled. -Verse 2- Inch by inch, a foot to feet, a growing gap, and the miles between. A single lie becomes a beast. It's adding up, the one I love loves me the least. -End- Breathing deep, lying awake too alone to sleep. It's in my mind and in my head. There's a certain type of cold that lives in this bed.