Not sure what it is
that keeps me up at night.
Can't blame the coke I had with dinner,
or the blue light.
Maybe it's the pillows,
the clock beside my bed.
Or the depression.
Or the screaming in my head.
I remember all the nights
I've cried myself to sleep
thinking about things I've missed,
people I couldn't keep.
But then I started falling
asleep to the sound of you.
Do you remember
when we were new?
Even when I have nothing to say,
I need you on that phone.
I'm such a pitiful wreck
trying to go to sleep alone.
I'm tripping to the bathroom
because the lights are dim.
So much I could be doing
instead of watching Friends at 4 AM.
I hear the train whistle blow and I know
that in a minute you'll hear it too.
That lonely sound's my lullaby now -
it used to be you.
