Bed of Glass

I thought I was getting better
Maybe they were right
And it is possible to get over you
Then why am I so angry?
With the skin on my knuckles all scraped up and bruised
Because the more pain I'm in
The easier it is to forget you
All I want is to break it
All of the glass
Make my death bed on the floor of broken pieces
Then just lay down in your arms and sleep
And dream of you
You holding me close and kissing my neck
But all you are
Is shards of broken and bloodied glass