I looked up at your window
Pretended I could see you
You don't live there anymore
My mind wanders and I get lost in thoughts of you
I sleep to escape, because drinking kills you anyway
So why when I wake does my head still ache?
Your cup is still on the window sill
I'll force myself to move it soon
But until I do, I'll get lost in thoughts of
You made the best impression
Perfection on the page
The wildest of hearts will never be tamed
