HauntBed

I'm sorry that your dad's dead
I hope you amend it
I think I've lost a lot of my friends
Through belief that I'm an instrument
**** me if you must then
Treat me like an old friend
I can't exist within my own head
So I insist on haunting your bed
If you could only hear what I said
You' d see that
I'm not scared... (anymore)
I'm not scared
I'm not scared
Spin car round, push your head down down down
Smash into the ground with you
There's been a piece of glass found
And a terrible sound
What if what they're saying is true
Oh I prefer it in your bed, television set
I'm not scared
I'm not scared
I'm not scared