I woke up in a dream today,

To the cold of the static, I put my cold feet on the floor.

Forgot all about yesterday

Remembering, I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore.

I hit you and you hit me back.

We fall to the floor, the rest of the day stand still.

Fine line between this and that,

When things go wrong, I pretend that the past isn't real.

Now I'm trapped in this memory,

And I'm left in the wake of the mistake, slow to react.

Even though you're so close to me, you're still so distant,

And I can't bring you back

It's true, the way I feel

Was promised by your face.

The sound of your voice

Painted on my memories

Even if you're not with me,

I'm with you.