I've got a long, long drive. All for a wasted night.
Try and keep my eyes focused on the road with my mind on you.
It'll be four or so by the time I make it home.
You said you'd wait for me, but then you got stoned and passed out in our sheets.
I sat and watched you sleep for what felt for days, was only an hour.
You open your eyes and you whisper to me, sweet, "I fell asleep."
I laughed, you wept.
The winter came and brought the frost out in my chest.
I know he loves you more, but I loved you the best.
I know I'm insecure and mostly bored as I crawl into your bed.
I drive away from the one place I ever felt like I was home.
I still feel your curves in the shirt that I let you keep, but you gave back.
And I laugh and you wept.
I'm saying sorry's for the times that I forgot.
I know he loves you more, but I loved you best.
That's what I tell myself as I crawl into your bed