not another sunrise anotheranother dry stale taste in your mouthyou walked away from waking upinside the housedepending on the calmyou’ve been waiting forthoughts spark a songyou loved so long agoyou can hear it nowthey’ll only miss you when you leaveso you try and stay awakeyou just might be the love in their eyeswhen they’ve subtracted all the times you sat theretrying not to say goodbye, goodbyetelephones and postcards with misshaped hearts beside the namesi’ve read this letter for the hundredth time todayi’ve rearranged, analyzed the wordstried to find something between the lines that wasn’t thereat least now i can see through these worn out lines and torn up pages,don’t know how i’ll fall asleep tonightoutside the window, awful weatherthe storm will slowly close in on mewhen it’s time to leavewhen it’s time to leavewhen it’s time to leaveworn out lines and torn up pagesdon’t know how i’ll fall asleep tonightoutside the window, awful weatherthe storm will slowly close in on mewhen it’s time to leavewhen it’s time to leave