I feel the sun on my face
peeking through the blinds,
of your fifth story apartment
you ask what happened last night?
And I replied with a smile
and swiftly roll my eyes.
If you could scoot over an inch
you're almost on my side.
There are clues
floating through the sky.
When will you realize
I'm not like your other friends.
I walk weary and end up asleep in your bed
with a slowing heart and lungs out of breath.
I'll never repeat what you said.
Listen close to the sound I can make with my hands
reminds me of hope that we had
if it means anything I wish you the best.
I see that look on your face
now you are feeling fine,
or could you use some water or rest
or maybe sunlight.
To prove you're mine
I've counted all the times
we've shut your blinds...
There are clues
floating through the sky.
When will you realize
I'm not like your other friends.
And as we walked it turned to night
our heads hung low but we were high.
And the steps we took were in perfect time
so the strangest day turned to boring night.
Oh no I'm alone again.
- I Don't Feel A Thing by Ugly Colors
