There'll be no more nights spent staring at the ceiling tiles
No days spent inside
I'll be damned if I can make it through this grieving style
With tears left to cry
Well I've been trying
These past few weeks
To get you off of my mind
But I can't help
The way that of you
All things do remind
There'll be no more nights spent staring at the TV tired
Those sitcoms are trite
And I spent a long wishing that I'd died last year
But still I survive
Well I've been trying
These past few months
To get a hold of you
Though I won't wait
I can't relate
To what you're feeling
