Fatigue does to me what feels like a goodnight kiss
I miss the way she'd remind me to sugar coat my dreams
like the cream on top of a hot beverage on a winters day.
I face myself every day hoping that she'd find her way back
I lack the courage to ask for her to return into my life
I know the night is long and the days without her feels longer.
I hear her voice echo in my heart mimicking my heartbeat
the discrete sound of what feels like a million shattered pieces
each part increases in size hoping that they'd fill back up.
I love her and I had hoped she had found herself to love me too
but confused to what love really means, I know she did not love me.

Fatigue does to me what feels like a goodnight kiss;
I miss being able to sleep at night without tiring myself out.
I doubt I'll sleep tonight but I do hope she haves sweet dreams
like the sweet tea in the morning just the way she likes.