Last night you fell asleep and left me awake to dream. one guitar in the corner i could hear the buzz of the strings. the heater was broken, and it was ten degrees. if you were there you may have seen. it looked like i smoked when i breathed. and i lost my mind. thinking about the rest of our lives. then again, now that i think, maybe i was alseep. last night, you fell asleep and left me awake to think. that clock on the kitchen wall was serenading me.
My half time pulse was relaxing me. i find if i'm worried its still worth singing. and i lost my mind. thinking about the rest of oulives. even if its just in my head, i can still scream. even if its 4am, i can still scream.
