i leave the lights on while i sleep
and wake up tired on top of crumpled unfitted sheets
and i swear i’m getting better
but in the slow kind of way
where progress just means that i don’t cry every time

can we take the long way home?
past streets we never seen
just to prove to myself that i can
want something i dont have to keep

if you ever miss me don’t call or apologize
i can tell what you're thinking cause i feel it all the time
(cause i feel it all the time)

i leave the lights on while i sleep
(thoughts i shouldn't speak)
and wake up tired on top of crumpled unfitted sheets
and i swear i’m getting better but
it's hard to see

can we take the long way home?
past streets we never seen
my lips are sealed and holding all these thoughts i shouldnt speak

if we take the long way home
i might let you know
dont u wanna know?