| I don’t go outside as much as I used to
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| I’m not home, just in my house, forgetting myself
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| Or at least trying to
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| But not forgiving until l come back out
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| I have a light on in my room
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| During the day, I hardly notice it
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| But at night, it keeps me from falling asleep
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| I have this dream of knowing you
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| During the day, I hardly notice it
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| But at night, it keeps me from all other dreams
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| The numbing of time taught me how to finally fall asleep
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| I just wish you’d come home and teach me how to wake back up
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| This is torture, this is truth, this is unfamiliar pain
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| This is following an ache, but this is love
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| There’s a railroad track behind my house
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| At night, I can hear freight being taken to retail
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| But I’m still not sold on letting myself out
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| I never knew it was cold until I knew how the heat felt
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| You were always warm when put in warm place
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| But I was too shallow to contain the same flame
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| There’s a nicotine patch on my nightstand
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| You never did quit, but at least you tried
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| Or maybe you did
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| But I never saw you lift a cigarette to your lips
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| I was preoccupied looking into my reflection
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| And the way you said you felt alive
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| Your infection inflects the walls each night
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| And the shades of color are all black and white
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| Just like your goodbye
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| You said to stop letting your love consume my mind
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| I never did quit, but at least you tried
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| I don’t go outside as much as I used to
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| I’m not home, I’m just trying to sleep at night
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| Forgetting your love, or at least trying to
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| You said goodbye, now just say goodnight |