slippers surround the bed..
hundreds of pairs, but neat
such is relationships..
with insects with lots of feet

illusions of hug times
fifty or more each night
no role reversal..
all those arms hold me tight

and that's when it all just hit me..
and I had a serious dream..
was it revenge or doubt?
your arms I pulled them out

I was in bed with a centipede
I was in bed with a centipede.
I was in bed with a centipede..

the laundry is always washed..
as everyday begins
one day you will be squashed
a new centipede comes in

don't feel so bad inside
full of despair and doom,
go like a glow worm
or in a big coccoon..

and that's when the guilties stung me,
and I had a feverish dream,
as I watch dressage
my feet you can massage

I am in bed with a centipede
I am in bed with a centipede
I am in bed with a centipede
and disappointment brings me down..