its 4 a.m. and the alarm clocks set for ten

as the smoke clears and settles to the ceiling

i am coming down from falling for your promises that we wont work

theres no shame in giving in

if i whispered it softly

could you pretend i never said it

her lips barely touched me

sprawled out on the carpet

ill be gone in a week

and still she finds the strength

to sleep right next to me

its 4 a.m. and the alarm clocks set for ten

and i still cant shut my eyes knowing that

the thought of me not waking up might hurt you

see the words that you dont want to hear

they are all i want to say to save you

summers here but it slipped away to an island across the sea

each night i scratch my accidents in walls that watched our

lungs breathe softly

i needed this more than youll ever know

hold on to all those lonely nights

theyll make me seem better

make me seem better