Sometimes I can’t get out of bed,
It’s the thought that you’re with her,
That girl who is always going to be prettier,
It doesn’t matter what her name is.
Every time someone says your name,
I flash back to that peach dress,
The warm summer night,
You took me in your arms,
Kissed me, breathless,
And asked me,
“Now why don’t you like this dress?”
How happy I was.  Just then.
And reality comes crashing down,
Like the loudest sound you’ve never heard,
And I’m in bed, and alone, and it’s dark.
Even this takes me back though,
To the night I couldn’t sleep,
And you found me in the kitchen,
You brought me back to bed,
And tried to make sense of my mind.
There is no one left to try,
And I’m too tired.
Sleep comes easily,
But dreams of you do not.
Memories are easier,
Sometimes.