Sleep

I shared a bunk bed with my brother
I was on the bottom and he was on the top
I spent most of my childhood just lying awake
Wondering if and when the torture was ever gonna stop

‘Cause sometimes he’d hit me with his pillow
Sometimes he’d freak me out and hide under the bed
Or smear my sheets with chocolate pudding
Then tie me to the bedpost and drip water slowly on my forehead

But now I’m all grown up and life’s been drained of dread
‘Cause instead of brother’s evil mug I see your smiling face instead

Never worry that you’re gonna punch me
Never worry that you’re gonna go through all my stuff
I don’t have to watch your every move
That might not seem like much but it’s enough
I don’t need another psycho making life a living hell
With you beside me I sleep very well

It’s been so long since I have slumbered
In a place where I’ve felt unencumbered
By fears of persecution when I go to shut my eyes
You’re such a blessing in a really bad disguise

I know it all sounds rather silly
I know I probably seem real paranoid to you
But I know you’d never do things he did
I mean, he was only twelve years old and you, you’re thirty-two

But I love to feel your arms around me
I love to feel your fingers running through my hair
I love the steamy pulse of your breath on my neck
You can drool right on my arm and I won’t even care

I trust you implicitly, I want to make that clear
The calm that I can finally feel, I owe it all to you, my dear

Never worry that you’ll kill my hamster
Never worry that you’ll put the corpse next to my head
Never worry I’ll wake up
To find all of my toenails painted red
I owe so much to you for all the fear that you dispel
With you beside me I sleep very well

Never worry you’ll unstuff my Pooh bear
Or hit me with my own hand and call me a retard
You’ve got such guts to sleep with
Someone so emotionally scarred
I’ll dream sweet dreams and wake up knowing everything’s just swell
With you beside me I sleep very well