"Parting is all we know of Heaven and all we need of Hell." -Emily Dickenson

All my words are getting lost in these moments
between the sheets and telephone rings.
To be so attached,
to feen for something this much,
I bet you dream about it,
you couldn't sleep without it..

And wanting to change
is just part of the game.
At the end of that cigarette
you will still feel the same.
Only a little less attached, a little off the ground.
So just drive through the night,
think about when I'm gone,
and you'll sing us a song
but it won't be for long.
'Cause you'll find you a star
and like me, it is far.
These words from me, keep them 'til I come home

Yeah, I swear I'll come home
and you won't be alone, baby.
And try not to forget those days in your room
when we laughed and we smiled, babe, wasn't it perfect?
There's 30 more minutes, her foot's out the door.
Yeah, the bottle's half-empty, we've been here before
Don't forget...