It's harder to get up on the right side of the bednThese days foot steps in snow make me feel less alonenIt's secret I'm still hoping for some kind of X-ray visionnAnd I would beam into your bedroom blinds just so I knew you were alrightnActing mature is overrated I miss the days of keying carsnAnd spreading rumors on the bathroom stalls and locker room wallsnWhere we forgot we looked when we were hoping no one noticednPraying someday we'd fit into this messnIt won't be long before InForget just what it felt likenTo fall asleep with you breathing next to menI shut the door when you left to keep out the cold and myselfnFrom running after you just like I saw in the moviesnIt's true I have my regrets we never danced on rooftopsnAnd I have found some fake words to say when a stranger asks about our deathnIt won't be long before InForget just what it felt likenTo know that I did not know anythingnIt's safe to say that even though we're disregardingnI can't help but to wonder which song you're hummingnAnd so I sit and pretend I don't mind that I don't know younor what your schedule might look like on any given Thursday afternoonnsomebody wrote this rulebook and so we will make the effortnto be more scarce in the social situations that we might sharenIt won't be long before InForget just what it felt likenTo feel anything for you at allnnIn lines at grocery stores I'm dozing off into your armsnand I hope somedays you can't help but to doze off to me too