If The Sheets Were The States
I'm lost in empty pillow talk againI'm lost in empty pillow talk again
This bed's an island made of feather down, and I'm stuck here aloneWith little else but memories of you, on memory foam
Visions of a brighter love, I'd kill for one more dayTo pool my thoughts, and find the words to say
If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away,I'd fold them end over end to bring you closer to me.Because I don't sleep at all without you pressed up against me.I settle for long distance calls, I'm lost in empty pillow talk again.
I'm lost in empty pillow talk again
This room's become a mausoleum, filled with relics of regretPaying dues to every moment wasted, on words left unsaidCollisions of a finer love, I'd kill for one more wayTo tell you how you make me better every day
If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away,I'd fold them end over end to bring you closer to me.Because I don't sleep at all without you pressed up against me.I settle for long distance calls, I'm lost in empty pillow talk again.
(Lost in empty pillow talk again)(Lost in empty pillow talk again)
If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away,I'd fold them end over end to bring you closer to me.Because I don't sleep at all without you pressed up against me.I settle for long distance calls, I'm lost in empty pillow talk
I settle for long distance calls, I'm lost in empty pillow talk again.I'm lost in empty pillow talk again.