It’s late my friend

why are you here, asking, bringing, leaving me in such a state

wondering what’s to be,

what is my fate

it’s comfortable here, safe and unsafe, my bed is made

calm and stormy

bright and dark in every right

my bed is made, it’s meant to be

it’s good tonight, the light is bright, and we are here but far away

it’s right, no fight, nor edge tonight

don’t disagree, just make it light

we laughed tonight, we got it right,

it’s not so bad, it’s not so mad,

don’t listen to me when I am weak

it doesn’t make sense to you or me

I don’t really need to be free.