Blame the fingers that ran through her hair; now my head
Has some running to do back in bed
Where trees meet the stars on her skin
And expectations beg to dig in

She found me sealed in this jar
Preserving and fermenting the demons that dwell in the bar
Where I said you'd be mine
Now alcohol will sum up the time of our life

Smothered to sleep
In the glorious 'maybe'
Four a.m., alone between these sheets
Is the wine in France as great as you dreamt it would be?
Is distance killing you like it's killing me?
At least at four a.m. the tears feel like home

"Drain the weight from your head" said a friend, he declared
"Guy, maybe she just fell out of care"
I don't care if his lips were sweet
This seems to be a pattern for me

Now I force you to go all alone, and although
You're deserving to be taken back
I just can't act like this means nothing to me
Blame my mother for the morals I keep (but weak)

Smothered to sleep
In the glorious 'maybe'
Four a.m., alone between these sheets
Is the wine in France as great as you dreamt it would be?
Is distance killing you like it's killing me?
At least at four a.m. the tears feel like home


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