Missing weekdays Sleeping in always just a little late But I couldn't complain With this picture of you sleeping etched into my brain How many different candles can we smell In our lives Well let's start by finding out how many we'll light tonight Knowing seconds into the situation you wouldn't tell the truth We promised no more nightmares or feeling unwanted You're the cup of coffee I needed every morning Knowing seconds into the situation you'd probably do Something super fucked up but to to you it's harmless What's so fucking hard about being honest I miss the warmth in every breath and Smoking bowls all morning with your head buried in my chest My favorite thing that ever existed Wasn't even real, I must have just dreamt it