She was sleeping soundly when I arrived back home, her hands tucked beneath her pillows, she would've been a perfect still. I woke her from the sea of dreams and she tight roped her way back to me.

I couldn't have come closer, to trying to feel something. But honey I am selfish man, my heart will never understand.

So I'll take a beer for breakfast, you take the car to work. Now I'm drunk and lonesome, although I'm not alone. So I try to call you but no answers the phone. You should probably ring the doctors, all of my happy pills are gone.