From Hartford to Sturbridge

Is there something else to losing you,
something more that I'm missing?
You probably told me what it would be,
but I plugged my ears so I'd not have to listen.
Now I can't sleep at all.
This bed where I lie has become a coffin.
I'm buried alive under sheets and abandon.
You wanted a life full of love and compassion,
but all that I offered was hurt and rejection.
I couldn't give you all that you deserved.
The floor's the perfect place to sleep
when you've given up on all your dreams.
So many promises you didn't keep.
Just promise you'll keep away from me.
I wish that I could describe how happy you make me.
But you don't, so I can't.
And it's killing me,
you're killing me,
but I cared far more than I'd care to admit.
For that night I forgot, but I said I was sick.
And all the chances we lost because I'm so ignorant
of the girl that I thought that I never would miss.
The floor's the perfect place to sleep
when life seems overpowering.
So many promises you didn't keep.
Just promise you'll keep away from me.
The floor's the perfect place to sleep
when you've given up on all your dreams.
This empty house gets so lonely.
I wish that you'd come back to me.