I fall asleep. Wearing nothing at all.
Wishing youd be, be there to blow my mind.
In the middle of silly cotton laced cartwheels I noticed
you were jealous and gay.

So I lay. Curled up in your shadow.
As you play your baby grand piano.
I hear you sing.. things look pretty good which means
weve stumbled through another day.

How can we fight when theres nothing left to say to
you? I might seem lacking int the way I try to say
to you… I like the way you like the way I look
at you in shadowed rooms, with blanket smiles that
brush against your mind. You broke my watch.
Yet it's a beautiful day to fall in love… coddle
the afterthoughts. Of why things won't mend I can't
comprehend what happened on our strawberry hill.

How can we fight when theres nothing left to say to
you? I might seem lacking int the way I try to say
to you… I like the way you like the way I look
at you in shadowed rooms, with blanket smiles that brush against your mind.

Asleep again… this tim I'm truly alone.
And so I dream… dream I was flying again.
I saw a plane. An airplane in the sky, with me.

Jump out of bed. And blaze my way to the kitchen.
Try to call but the dial tone is missing.
So I cry in my coffee and writhe on the floor,
this is no way to start a brand new day.

How can we fight when theres nothing left to say to
you? I might seem lacking in the way I try to say to
you… I like the way you like the way I look at
you in shadowed rooms, with blanket smiles that brush against your mind.