I hear you live your life at night
No tomorrow within sight
One night stands and selfish friends
Supported by beer booze and boys
It is just one of those nights when you don't want to stay up
Can't believe i am watching dawson's again
Your last reminders inspiring me your last remainders burnt
Can't believe i am watching dawson's again
But you can not write 'home' without writing 'me'
And you won't become my definition of home
The closer you came the further out of reach you got
The more sound the silence became
I haven't drank since i quit sleeping i haven't eaten since i swallowed your shit
Not needing anybody i'm afraid i'm just needing yours
I hope he knows what he has got because i sure know what i have not
What's with this silence how could i've missed its message
The phone that doesn't ring the feedback that doesn't sing
Screaming to me at my face in my ear i should have known better