I made my bed but it's not easy to sleep in.

You collect love gods like seashells on a shore off the coast of alone. you
are tired so often, staying up late at night dreaming without sleeping because
things seem so much clearer when it’s three in the morning and 
all the lights are off.

Your gods, your gods whisper they love you like I never could, I know,
I hate that I know I am not the one you need but I keep coming back.
What do I have to prove? What do I have to give anymore when
I never had anything to offer in the beginning?

Your gods gave you wings, and I watch you fly away knowing
that it’s for the best for you, but I’m not sure if the ending’s mutual.