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In between every "I love you" |
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I ask if you can hear me |
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But you're laughing with your eyes closed |
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And I'm hoping I at least fueled a happy dream |
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So I leave you there and I take to the streets |
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It's 3 AM and I can't sleep |
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It's been twenty years now and I don't know |
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What I'm doing, where I should go |
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Then I remember you're naked in my bed, too drunk to speak |
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And suddenly it feels so good to be twenty |
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In between all your "I'm sorry"s |
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I ask if you can see me |
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Your cross-eyes leading yourself to the bathroom |
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You slept through a party |
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Now I can see the party is in your dreams |
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I take off my jeans and crawl into the |
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The new sheets that you brought me |
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And the bed may be |
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Too small for me |
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But it wasn't when I was seven |
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Not with the sheets with the stars and the moonbeams |
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And with you so softly breathing I know |
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That you won't ever know |
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Squeeze you tight |
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Turn out the lights |
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And hope I dream about being in the stars with you |
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I'm still awake after a long birthday |
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Wonderin' who's gonna clean my apartment |
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And the bed may be |
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Too small for me |
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But it wasn't when I was seven |
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Not with the sheets with the stars and the moonbeams |
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And with you so softly dreaming I know |
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That you won't ever know |
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That the birthday you missed me blow out |
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Came true, I fell asleep next to you |