All the things I can say when I'm half asleep
They always seem so real
Up until morning
With my defenses down it's hard to run
Familiar streets are closed
The meaning of morning (mourning?)
I can shift, I can lie, I'll do whatever you want
Did I really get this good?
I guess it's been so long
It's no fault of yours
Curled up on the floor
It means too much to me
You cover up your sores
It's never been worse
You've never been worse
Now you're laying on the floor
It's never looked worse
You've never looked worse
It's no fault of yours
Curled up on the floor
It means too much to me
To me
And all I can say is that I'm never right
I've never been played as the villain in the stories I've told
All the beauty I can find in a moment like this
It always disappears
Somewhere in your arms
It's no fault of yours
Curled up on the floor
It means too much
And I've found a place
To hide away
It doesn't mean that much to me