It's Saturday night,
and I'm not in your bed.
7pm,
finished work an hour ago, but you're not here.
So I drove back to my house, not yours
And I sit alone in my bed, not yours.
And I'm writing thing, because you're not at home and we can't speak,
and sometimes I miss you so much,
I can't pick my face up off the floor.
Usually,
we'd be pressed together in your bed, my lips against yours.
Usually,
I'd be able to taste your skin, I'd cook you dinner,
over sized t-shirt and lace underwear, your mouth on my neck.
But you are there and I am here and all I can hear is the voice in my head,
telling me you're sorry and not to be sad.
But I don't care if you're sorry,
and I can't help the sadness.
Because I'll wake up tomorrow,
Sunday morning, alone in my crooked bed.
And you'll wake up wherever you are, I don't know.
And there'll be no heavy sighs or fingers digging in my skin.
Nothing feels right without you here.
Just please, please, please come home.
I'll try to kiss away the darkness
I'll tear it out with my hands.
But until then,
I guess I'll just sleep here and I'll try to be okay for just one more night,
another night without you, dear.
and I'm not in your bed.
7pm,
finished work an hour ago, but you're not here.
So I drove back to my house, not yours
And I sit alone in my bed, not yours.
And I'm writing thing, because you're not at home and we can't speak,
and sometimes I miss you so much,
I can't pick my face up off the floor.
Usually,
we'd be pressed together in your bed, my lips against yours.
Usually,
I'd be able to taste your skin, I'd cook you dinner,
over sized t-shirt and lace underwear, your mouth on my neck.
But you are there and I am here and all I can hear is the voice in my head,
telling me you're sorry and not to be sad.
But I don't care if you're sorry,
and I can't help the sadness.
Because I'll wake up tomorrow,
Sunday morning, alone in my crooked bed.
And you'll wake up wherever you are, I don't know.
And there'll be no heavy sighs or fingers digging in my skin.
Nothing feels right without you here.
Just please, please, please come home.
I'll try to kiss away the darkness
I'll tear it out with my hands.
But until then,
I guess I'll just sleep here and I'll try to be okay for just one more night,
another night without you, dear.