I wrote you a letter and I think It hurt me more than You were almost counting the sheep If sleep is all you need Then I will count the sheep I have all the trinkets you lost They're scattered in my room It should be more mine But it's not Everything I own Is drenched in your cologne Oh my love you're my heart The leaves are falling in our yard Your yellow haze Greets me in the dark when I'm always afraid You leave in the morning every other day And your lips taste like dark roast From our coffee place Why is everything I own Drenched in your cologne Oh my love you're my heart The leaves are falling in our yard Your yellow haze Greets me in the dark when I'm always afraid