Alone on the corner of Taft and Vine, darkened windows over my shoulder
Wishing I hadn’t come this time, the night is late and you’re getting older
But alone you sleep in an unmade bed,
Words still pounding inside your head
Am I alive or am I dead,
the night seems so much colder.
And I can’t see the streetlights coming, like life they pass me by
I’m sleeping on a cloud of ignorance, and in my dreams I try
I’ve been trying to get up, to pull myself out of the lie
Don’t wait up for me; I’m not coming home tonight
Well its 3 a.m. and the cars are gone, I’ve taken rest under your window
I watch the dew as it hits the lawn, your light is on but it doesn’t show
Because you hide it deep with what you feel
Words reflecting inside the steel
Around your heart I know its real
Tonight you lay me low
No I’m not coming home, I’m never going back
Tonight I sleep among the weeds, and I can’t pull up the slack
Because you left me here, went to sleep, to dream of what I was
So now I sleep below you, in these wooden walls I trust
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