I lay in my bed awake...
Thoughts running through my head nothing I can shake.

There's a fire in my brain that I just can't put out. The thought of you is turning me inside out.

But not such a bad thing
More like a good thing
I just wish i could wake up to you in the morning.

I hate how there's no wrinkles in the sheets where you lay.
I miss ******* at you to clean up your mess.
But I especially miss just laying on your chest.

I hate that I can't help you
But maybe it's for the best.
I don't know..
I can't believe I'd say that.
But I don't want you to think I'm your savior.

I want you to survive on your own without leaning on me.