With a single pillow underneath my single head.

After nights with him, nights without him feel cold.

Glad he's there when he is.

I'm a lucky girl.

DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE

YOUR NEW TWIN SIZE BED

You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed.
With a single pillow underneath your single head.
I guess you decided that that old queen holds more space than you would need.
Now it's in the alley behind your apartment with a sign that says it's free.

And I hope you have more luck with this than me.

You used to think that someone would come along.
And lay beside you in a space that they belong.
But the other side of the mattress and box springs stayed like new.
What's the point of holding onto what never gets used?

Other than a sick desire for self-abuse.