It was dark when it happened, drove right off the road but I was dreaming. And I've had the same dream for a minute, when I'm driving home and not speaking to you. It took me a second to step out of the fog and breathe it all in. And i'm having trouble breathing, since you called me to tell me you were leaving, I was hoping you would love me again, I was hoping you would love me love me. How did I get here? Passing towers over manchester. Takes me back to that one bed apartment, where all that existed was me and you. It was dark when it happened, losing my mind out of habit. And the same three words circulate my brain, they go over and over and over again.
