It happens every Sunday, I lie restless, here in the sheets.
I don't know why I keep trying so goddamn hard to get some sleep.
I want to take it slow; I want to say I know I did the right thing.
He's sleeping on the floor, but somehow I find myself just pleading,
pleading...
Oh love me better, hold me tight
I want to show you everything that keeps me up at night
Oh love me better, in the night
I want to see if you've got something that can close my eyes
Oh, close my eyes
I don't care if I lose myself, if I choose, my time's spent well.
I don't think I can get this feeling from anyone else.
I'm fine with hell.
Don't tell me if I'm wrong, I wanna keep it going, I'm not leaving.
They'll worry that I'm gone, but I'm fine, I'm alright, I'm just
reeling reeling.

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