Do you have memories from underneath the bed?
It is a hiding place
You know like hide and seek
But sometimes, sometimes no one’s looking
Because sometimes, sometimes it’s not hide and seek
There’s things you always forget to bring under the bed
I always want to bring my jacket
The red one with the black sleeves
It’s cold
So cold under the bed
But I always forget the jacket
There’s lots of dust anyway
It’s dusty under the bed
It would get on my jacket
But it’s not quiet
I can still hear them fight
Sometimes I try to sing
I don’t like to sing under the bed
I lie on my stomach
It gets so cold
What about you
Do you lie on your back?
Under the bed