I wake up in the same old bed, the same old sheets they cover my head.
I wake up in the same old house, the same old street, this neighborhood's dead.
And I think about the times we shared, and you were mine before I turned things bad.
Oh man! I loved you so, but I never understand just what I had.

So I brush my teeth, wash my face, walk downstairs.
Last nights drink, still swishing round my head, feels like my brain's being attacked by bears.
Once again you creep into my thoughts, I still can't believe how I let you go.
You were the sunshine in my day, it seems you were the muse to my creative flow.

I really don't know how I can go on, everything that happens now just feels so wrong.
It was my fault, oh this I can confess, but you leaving causes me emotional stress.
If you came back, would I be the same? I was too busy for you and now I feel the shame.
Would I worship you like you deserve? the answers that I find in me, they start to unnerve.

I think I've learned some things about myself.
I only ever thought about myself.
11:11 says the clock...I feel so strange.
Feels like the time that I need to change!