There's a fork in this road here before me
One brings life and the other's used up
The choice is my own
To burn or to grow
And I just can't seem to sleep in this bed
If you'd leave me to my own devices
I'd just bleed at the hands of my vices
I'm a liar, I'm a cheat
A gun smoking with heat
And I just can't seem to sleep in this bed
I find truth in the words of wise men
In old books and the tales of "back then"
But when my heart's in a story
With the characters' glory
Well I just can't seem to sleep in this bed
I'd be wrong to say that I'm not trying
But the hope within me is dying
Want to give but I take
Long to heal yet I break
And I just can't seem to sleep in this bed
I just can't seem to sleep in this bed
I wish that I could sleep in this bed