I don't think it's ever been this bad.
I can't seem to get you out of my head.
Laying awake in bed afraid to fall asleep,
cause I know when I do I'll see you in my dreams standing next to me
telling me what I want to hear.
Telling me what I want to know.
Lanterns adorn the walls and cause our shadows to
shift shape and reform
a position we were way too familiar with.
The golden brown of all the light shines dim.
This dream of memories makes me relive the grim last day that I wasted away with you.
I don't think it's ever been this bad.
I can't seem to get the thought out of my head
of us in your bed.
In your bed, this died.
I have to go through it every time I close my eyes.
Lanterns adorn the walls and cause our shadows to
shift shape and reform
a position we were way too familiar with.
The golden brown of all the light shines dim.
This dream of memories makes me relive the grim last day that I wasted away with you
