Read Between the Sheets

It has been proven many times over that I am sleep deprived. Every day I do not know what I look like until I see peoples expression at work. And if it is of mild discontent, I know I just still have toothpaste dried on my mouth. If their look is one of severe discontent then I know I did something like forget to remove the sleepy junk from my eyes and they look like a slimy egg hatching or something. If they step two feet in the store and then scream running out of the store, then I know that I have forgotten to put on a shirt. Anyways, the point is this. I tend to find things to keep me from sleeping each night. Mainly stuff that has little to do with making me a better human. Like MySpace, Blogs, Movies or watching TV. All three of you just gasped I know. Well prepare to gasp again. My bed changed the words to a John Mayer song tonight while I was watching LOST. He turned it into a ditty for me. Brought me to tears and made me realise I need to spend more time with him. So hopefully from now on I will not be wasting so much time late night surfing the net, I will be snug in my comfortable bed...playing game boy.

Here are the lyrics to the song my bed wrote me. It is best read if you can find the song from John Mayer's, Heavier Things CD. You will also need to sing in G because that is how it was rewritten. If you don't have it on cd or eight track it is playing on mySpace. Thanks again good night.

Come Back to Bed

Red are your eyes
You need to move
Here by my side
Your awake doin' all your things
not one of them match one of mine
No drool on my sheets
Show me you don't care at all
So tell me what to do
To get you to get in my sheets this fall

You'll be rested in the mornin'
We'll poke fun of your bed head
Please give in to your fear
Be Bold, Boris
Come back to bed
Rest your big head
Come back to bed
Come back to bed

What will you miss
Yaknow that that surfin' will ne'er end
I hear each morn's wish
Your eyes feel like death,
Joints are disastrous

You won't feel bad each morning
Youll feel so alive instead
And start the day in second gear
Your old, Boris
Come back to bed
Your eyes are so red
Rest that huge head
Come on come back to bed
Come back to bed...

[harp solo]

You'll need no snooze bar in the mornin'
Your stomach will be fed
Please believe me
8 hours will be pure gratification
For you Boris
Just Come back to bed
Rest that large head
Come back to bed

Don't use your MySpace oe'r your bed
Don't work your blog over your bed
Don't watch your shows over your bed
Don't view your movies oe'r your bed
Don't surf the net over your bed
Don't play your games

Until next time.