Wake me when the dream is over 'Cause you got me feeling sober Balled up on the couch, protected from the world I can't seem to get these stains Guess I'm just another kickabout Smiling through the pain, acting like I should I try to take it all on board But I guess here's my tipping point Making faces in the mirror, you can't see me But I hope you might appear right behind me Making faces in the mirror, what else can I do I won't ever feel as good again As that moment when I left you lying on the bed I'll never feel the same