Which Side of the Bed? ​The Beat

Did you lie through your teeth? Did you lie in the dark?
Which side of the bed did the argument start?
Who slammed the door with a stupid, glib remark?
Who started the next operation on our hearts?

There is no cushion, feel nothing at all
When you're too tired to beg, I'm unwilling to crawl
So either you've got too big or I've always been too small
That means I would lose your hand, but I'm scared
Scared that I might fall, so

Let me lie through my teeth, let me lie in the dark
On this side of the bed where the argument start
Yes, I slammed the door with a stupid, glib remark
Who started the next operation on our hearts?

A slap in the face, it could come to that soon
Look out, sweep by me say, "Please don't come into the room"
I won't hesitate, I won't let you make me lose
So don't come into my rage 'cause I'm scared
Scared what I might do, just

Let me lie through my teeth, let me lie in the dark
Miles away from the bed where the argument starts
Look, I've stopped my own mouth, I've stopped making remarks
But please, no more operations on my heart, on my heart