I wish I could, but I can't rest as easy as you
I never really could anyway
And thoughts of the future make me worry
Heart, settle down!
This isn't your last day
You'll wake up tomorrow
This bedroom never gets to see the light of day
The shades are always drawn completely
And it only ever seems to come alive at night
I took you here to take you from yourself once
And you smiled at me
You smiled shamelessly and often then
But it wasn't enough
I read your thoughts like sifting through your cabinets while you were out of the room
I stole every treasured thought that you had and left you gutted when I could find no more
You had poems written on the roof of your mouth
And I had scraped them out with the tip of my tongue and spat them onto the floor
Where they dried up and blew away
And the butterflies in your stomach were all pinned to the skin on the inside
And if didn't love you then, I love you now
But it's easy to love something when there's pain in its eyes
This isn't your last day, you'll wake up tomorrow
This isn't your last day, you'll wake up tomorrow
So I pull the shades back, let the light pour in through every crack I slammed into the window
Will the good parts stay in limbo?
Why can I only remember when you said you'd love me better if I left?
And not the way you said, a thousand times, that if I left you'd die?