Overseas while you’re back west Sleeping off the restlessness Everything will be fine Just going to be keep my mind on your bed And your bed on my mind
I’m so sore from sleeping on the floor I never see your face anymore (Maybe I’ll come back around) I’m so sore from sleeping on the floor I want what we had before (You made me come back)
Stifled there but you still Walk in Place I’m distant now they say I’m Rude of late I pass up sleep as my mind debates The message I put forth Just admit if you’re not sure
All they’ll know is second best But it still brings the restlessness Don’t think that it’s fine I lie because this distance is poisons It fucks with my mind
I’m so sore Can you give me some more Space to grow what was sewn before I’m so sore Stomach’s on the floor I swear I always wake up before
Can’t help but dwell on what you’re doing I’m much too slow for the pace that you’re moving A piece of us will stay unmoving But how’s it ever going to feel the same again?