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.