breakup song

I could make up the perfect analogy but then I’d lose the chance to say your name I could make a thousand rash decisions but would I if I could see your face how has your time been? she said “peaceful” that word is a million miles away I know that this is for the best I don’t know what im thinking when I say our time is over our time is done my life’s been rolled into a blunt light on up and worry tomorrow I am alone im your house thanks again for the invitation i hate the bow Of “it will be ok” hopefulness has already left the station the sheets have been sitting in the dryer because I cat bear the thought of your sheets placed over the bed and I reserve there as a guest I hate that I’ve been sentenced isolation but if not me, you’d be here instead I tell myself you’re not filled with elation when I have to sleep alone in your bed our time is over our time is done I’ll still call you baby you’ll still call me hon