What can we scrape together from all of worn emotions handfuls of hate and the bittersweet devotion Cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm floating into myself. Who will find me under this mean sleep?
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain? How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change? I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life!
You could burn a thousand days and I wouldn’t need no other light. You could die a thousand ways and i'd still love you back to life. Without a lover to wake me and my loneliness like quicksand, who will find me under this mean sleep?
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain? How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change? I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life!
I am lost to the longing I am molded by the memory. Had to shut down half my mind Just to still the space you left behind.
Cause I am moving cobwebs and I'm floating into myself. Who will find me under this mean sleep?
How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain? How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change? I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life!