The Rest of the Day - Bedhead

I had to wake up

My head first

My body had a few more minutes

And my throat was dying of thirst

Of course I should have known

The morning would be this way

But there was no use ignoring

The rest of the day

Since people are dying

In almost every possible place

I'd rather not leave

The bed here

With you

Since there's a dead black cat

Scattered on my street

I'd rather stay here

Under the sheets

There was a parade outside

The window with no cars

Just dead cats being pulled

By horses with blinds

Over their eyes

I'm sure we could see ourselves

Rolling in the cats

When the carts moved

Back and forth

Hitting the holes

In the street