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.