Inside Llewyn Davis

And every night, I wake up from this one recurrin' dreamWhere I'm drivin' through the city and the brakes go out on meI can't stop at the red light, I can't swerve off the roadI read somewhere it's 'cause my life feels so out of controlAnd I tell someone I love them just as a distractionThey tell me that they love me like I'm some tourist attractionThey're changin' my machinery and I just let it happenI got the things I wanted, it's just not what I imaginedWell, sometimes I feel like I don't wanna be where I amGettin' drunk at a club with my fair weather friendsPush away all the people who know me the bestBut it's me who's been making the bedI'm so tired of bein' the girl that I amEvery good thing has turned into something I dreadAnd I'm playin' the victim so well in my headBut it's me who's been making the bedMe who's been making the bed Pull the sheets over my headMaking the bed! Essential December movie.