What Are the Odds?

Thought I heard your car from the balcony I'm trying to rid this sovereign sick Then you split the scene Leaving me in dreams You slipped me a little death so I Wake up and I still think that you're here Cause I'm bound to fall down every morning after Crush me in the dark Fill my head with stars Menthol breath, put me to rest Apple on my head Kill the air instead I slept through every hint And missed what heaven sent Wake up and I still think that you're here Cause I'm bound to fall for every morning after Repetition rewinds, now you're leaving So will you stay for one more morning after