I've spent countless nights in a cold hard bed
Trying to fill my goddamn head with something
Instead of my empty thoughts at two a.m
Missed conversations between these fingers and your skin
I'm exhausted
I've been trying so hard to just feel fine
And as much as I do most of the time
I can't help but still miss when you were mine
And this is four a.m
And I guess this is how it ends
And distance makes the heart grow
And this is the drive home