You stood behind the scenery, you gave it all you could
I remember you told me something along the lines of, it’ll do no good
Waking up is never the same when I'm not waking up to you
I'm calling your name, but I can’t seem to stay to explain to you
Because it’s so plain to you that I'm not coming back
I’ll go another ten days without washing my hair
The quality of verse is bound by something in the air
I’ve got nothing but notebooks
Waking up is never the same when I'm not waking up to you
I'm calling your name, but I can’t seem to stay to explain to you
Because it’s so plain to you that you’re not coming back
I couldn’t betray that I wouldn’t be tied or just tied to you
I tightened a lie when I tried to decide that I'm not going to cry about you
