Verse 1 You left for the base in June Your bunk is still made like you’re coming back I sleep on the bottom now but I keep looking up At the slats where your weight was Chorus Top bunk, top bunk No one climbs it now Top bunk, top bunk Your shape is in the mattress still Verse 2 Your letters have a stamp, a sentence, a signature Fine, weather’s dry, don’t worry I read them like they’re code for something I read them like they’re code Chorus Top bunk, top bunk No one climbs it now Top bunk, top bunk Your shape is in the mattress still [instrumental break] Verse 3 Mom sets out your plate on Sundays Then puts it back in the cabinet She doesn’t say why I already know why. I want your plate out, too Bridge I keep your side of the closet clean I keep the radio on your station Come home Come home and tell me it’s fine Come home and tell me it’s fine [intense emotional instrumental break] [screaming] Final Chorus Top bunk, top bunk No one climbs it now Top bunk, top bunk No one climbs it now Top bunk, top bunk No one climbs it now Top bunk, top bunk Your shape is in the mattress still Your shape is in the mattress still
