I wake up with this stupid fucking dream
I had about all the good days that I spent with you
One more cup of this bourbon
That I'm clutching just to get myself up out of bed at noon
And it's the short days, the long nights
The distance, the hard fights
It's too hot, it's too cold, it never is just right
I never thought I would be at these crossroads
But I can't take the thought of you not being here so
I'm counting sheep and I'm wishing
That I don't want you to come and save me
But every night I lay awake and I'm thinking
About how it used to be
All the inside jokes and sayings that have now all gone to waste
And the blocking of your page so I don't have to see your face
To see how fine you are without me and I'm gone without a trace
And I'm hoping that a better me will come and take my place
Because I tried and I failed, it was like you expected
A fucked up King Midas, my touch just leaves wreckage
I never thought I would do so much damage
So just cut me off, you'll be happy, I'll manage
Counting sheep and I'm wishing
That I don't want you to come and save me
But every night I lay awake and I'm thinking
About how it used to be
And if you ever show up, I'll be waiting
To tell you that I'm sorry for the same things
But we both know the odds are probably fleeting
I hope you remember me
I'm counting sheep and I'm wishing
That I don't want you to come and save me
But every night I lay awake and I'm thinking
About how it used to be
And if you ever show up, I'll be waiting
To tell you that I'm sorry for the same things
But we both know the odds are probably fleeting
I hope you remember me