Oh God I got myself in such a mess, turning in all the wrong directions.
And did I fail to mention sweating through sheets in a non-existent February heat.
Lately it's been taking its toll on me.
Oh and I was in such a hole with plans of never waking up to see tomorrow.
For the first time I saw myself let go and I cut that rope, that string of hope.
The only thing we know is in the end, we only do what we think makes sense.
And I've found a place to call my home.
It lays somewhere in between you and this microphone.
And I saw her there in my dream last night,
And I saw her face reflecting light,
And she spoke my name for the very first time,
And I heard your voice bouncing off mine when you said
"Did you forget the part where this won't matter?
Did you forget the part where this won't mean a thing?"
And did I fail to mention sweating through sheets in a non-existent February heat.
Lately it's been taking its toll on me.
Oh and I was in such a hole with plans of never waking up to see tomorrow.
For the first time I saw myself let go and I cut that rope, that string of hope.
The only thing we know is in the end, we only do what we think makes sense.
And I've found a place to call my home.
It lays somewhere in between you and this microphone.
And I saw her there in my dream last night,
And I saw her face reflecting light,
And she spoke my name for the very first time,
And I heard your voice bouncing off mine when you said
"Did you forget the part where this won't matter?
Did you forget the part where this won't mean a thing?"