Bedtime Story

Because you never meant it when you said that it’s alright
Because it wasn’t really ever what I had in mind
The damages are clear; he takes the pain, I take the fear
Oh, what’s the devil but a good negotiator?
Because I always meant it when I said it would go wrong
Because I always thought my life would be a sad song
The future’s conveyed, you know the chord before it’s played
Oh, what am I but a bad story teller?
And when the nights are cold and strange and all the birds are gone
And all the oil’s been spilt, and left us on this Earth alone
I’ll think about the time you reassured me you were mine
Oh, what is love but a frail little dreamcatcher?