setting this table like I’m waiting up for two
pour out a glass with your name on my mind
drink it down quick so i’ll have time to wander my pointless thoughts, our future lost
drinking myself to stupor and then
laugh it all off, in the morning we’ll start it again
and these are the times i could really use you
i feel that i found myself, it includes you
these pieces they fit, but now that you’re gone
it’s like I’m sitting out, drying like raisins to sun
just me on my own again
just me on my own again
so where did you go
i heard you went home
but i wouldn’t really know because you blocked my number, my name from your memory
losing all sight of the love that you found in me
and now i’m waiting up
leaving you voicemails at 6 in the morning
as if it’s the morning
telling you, how much i came to think
so much more than sex, babe you mean the world to me
the sun it still rises but i can’t feel the heat
there’s no love in this home, too long i’ve been incomplete
on your own
sometimes you’ve got to make it on your own
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