There’s no one I’d rather be thinking of at
four o’ clock in the morning
This distance should serve as a warning,
but who are we to bend to sensibility?

Six months and you’re still waiting for a sign
Well could you call me painted?
I’ve been alone and I’ve waited for
someone to find the courage not to leave

And you’ve tried to pull it together
for the rest of the world to see
but your eyes shine a different color
when you look at me

My motivations only complicate at best
but these shaking hands won’t fail and falter like the rest
Before this season’s dead and buried under your window
I’ll remedy these lies
and you’ll learn to let her go

The fight to fall asleep without you is
much easier said than done
and as I’m lying on the front
I know this battle can’t be won

And this clock is doing all my counting for me,
adding up the reasons why
you and I could never be, but it’s
getting late and I’m growing tired of its efficient honesty

And you’ve tried to pull it together
for the rest of the world to see
but your eyes shine a different color
when you look at me

My motivations only complicate at best
but these shaking hands won’t fail and falter like the rest
Before this season’s dead and buried under your window
I’ll remedy these lies
and you’ll learn to let her go