making my bed

what am I to do
when every song
has a bit of you
when I've always lived life
plugged into my tunes
bathed in music
buffered from reality
allows me to stay inside my head
where i was always safe
where you have hijacked all thought
ever since we met
i cant have you though
i cant be rid of you
i pick up the phone
thinking i should just tell you
how this pseudo Bauhaus sound
haunts me the way
coast to coast nights do
or sight of converse hi tops
or taste of green chili sauce
discussion of 2 wheels through colorado
our days racing, cruising
side by side
but i never get the words out
and you wonder why i called
"oh, just wanted to see how you were"
i know i made my bed
now im laying in it
dreaming of how i would change things
wishing we had more time to write our history
so i would have more to cling to
when the cold bites this hard
my body aches for your warmth
there is just nothing i can do
to make you see my suffer too