Interrogations
Afton Wolfe
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He's got a million dollar view of the sunrise, Cashmere slippers on his pedicured feet. He's continents away from his wishing wells and the death and the desert heat. And I made my bed, I made my bed. She's had enough of the nephews and all of their clipboard-chained lies Capfuls of scripted apple juice And sad goodbyes Come a little closer if you want to know Where i hid my blues. I wrote them down in one of those books that you gave me, but I've got some bad news. That I made my bed. I made my bed. She sleeps with one hand wrapped tight around the curtain Another hand pressed flat up against the wall That man in that chair's just a coat hanging there, but he's staring at you and daring you to fall She sleepwalks through her days and through what must feel like hallucinations, and the angels keep her awake at night with their vigorous interrogations. And I made my bed. I made my bed.
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Written by: Amy Lott, Steven Afton Wolfe
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