This Morning

Do you love me, or do you just hate being alone?
And are you hurting? Oh, why must you be so cold
Why are you like this? Is it because of what happened before?
It must be priceless, being loved in the dark
And you tell me now, what am I to do?
Can you show me how, how to make it through
Because this morning, I woke up next to you
And I was falling, but I guess it just fell through
Oh, this morning, I turned to look at you
But you were gone and I just don't know what to do
And do I love you? Or do I just hate being alone?
And does it hurt you hearing me be this cold?
Why am I like this? Is it because of what happened before?
It must be priceless, being loved in the dark, being loved in the dark
Because this morning, I woke up next to you
And I was falling, but I guess it just fell through
Oh, this morning, I turned to look at you
But you were gone and I just don't know what to do
And I was falling, oh this morning
The late night talks, the off-stage calls grow shorter every time
The summer walks, and all we've known have all we've left behind
There's nothing now but distance, how did we end up this way?
We can try to fix this, but I think it's far too late
(I think it's far too late.)
Because this morning, I woke up next to you
And I was falling, but I guess it just fell through
Oh, this morning, I turned to look at you
But you were gone and I just don't know what to do
And I was falling, oh this morning