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