The bed sheets aren't comfy anymore
You left her on the bedroom floor.
The rain streams down dark porcelain skin
She just can't take it no more.
You walked out the door, and she laid against the bedroom floor,
the cold soaked through her skin, as her heart became a shattered shard.

Love, you said you had plenty of love,
but true love never leaves.
She can't comprehend why you would leave. But that's not the thought she needs.
The bed sheets aren't comfy anymore.

She rises with tired puffy eyes.
Then she realizes true love never leaves.
That's the thought she needs.
The bed sheets aren't comfy anymore, it's time to change the sheets.