Though you saw it coming it was not your fault Oh, in the morning gave you what you want No, you couldn't hold in your lowered head Oh, you should've told me this was limitless
There's a certain kind of lonely Where you sleep in your jeans And I know that kind You can tell me that you know me When you know what that means And that you don't mind
Special kind of dreaming Where you sleep with the television on And with the lights on And with your clothes on And with your shoes on
Though you saw it coming it was not your fault Oh, in the morning gave you want you want No, you couldn't hold it in your lowered head Oh, you should've told me this was limitless
There's a certain sort of lonely Where you sleep in your jeans And I know that sort You can tell me that you know me When you know what that means And it's what you want
Special sort of dreaming When you sleep with the television on And with the lights on And with your clothes on And with your shoes on
Will you please remember to mention me To the ones who loved you Do you feel a sinking, sinking feeling When I'm thinking of you
Though you saw it coming it was not your fault Oh, in the morning gave you what you want Oh, it was as if I'd been a gift to you Oh, it was as if because I wanted to
Though you saw it coming it was not your fault Oh, in the morning gave you what you want Oh, I didn't mean to fall into this mess Oh, you should've told me this was limitless
Won't you please remember to mention me To the ones who loved you Do you feel a sinking, sinking feeling When I'm thinking of you
Won't you please remember to mention me To the ones who loved you Do you feel a sinking, sinking feeling When I'm thinking of you
Compositores: Samuel Ronald Dixon, Megan Alexanda Washington (Washington) ECAD: Obra #10249524