can i get a little space a little space from the drain in my head i need a break from the holes in my walls i need a break from your photo in my drawer this feels more like a house than a home you feel more like the cold than the warm
a stain in the back of my mind a pain in the back of my spine this feels more like a house than a home you feel more like the cold
and i still miss filling the empty side of your bed and maybe i'd have the guts to force these eyes shut if his chest wasn't the place that you now rest your head (another night avoiding sleep) refusing to admit i've let myself become this weak
another night woken at 2am, you've been drinking again so self-destructive i'll still take your call and all the words you abuse (make me want to throw this phone right through my bedroom wall) you don't want me (you don't want me to move on)
and i still miss filling the empty side of your bed and maybe i'd have the guts to force these eyes shut if his chest wasn't the place that you now rest your head (another night avoiding sleep) refusing to admit i've let myself become this weak
i know he'll give you the things i can't but he won't make you feel like i do so when you wake up next to him i hope he knows that's where i have been