I laid in bed
Couldn't sleep
It wasn't the heat
I already showered twice
It wasn't the heat
Gentle breeze raising me up and bring me down
It wasn't the heat
I already felt cold inside
I missed you
I felt your absence in the heat
In the breeze
In the cold even with the heat
Rolling over
Rolling sober
I didn't miss you
I missed the way you made me feel
Like gentle breeze, raising me up and bringing me down
Like the heat, overtaking every inch of me
It wasn't you
It was the feeling
Then I realised
It is **** too late to be awake
Thinking over what can be replaced.