Every night we go to sleep touching
And every morning it seems like you don't know me
I paint your discretion up to be what I need it to be
But deep down know that you won't waste good love on me
I could only wish that you told me
That you had nothing for me
I wish you were here for these forty hours driving
We'd take a break in the back seat
Distance bleeds it out of me slowly
I calm down and get back to poor sleep
I just hope that you're doing much better than me
We both know what we'd do if we met on the street
I could only wish that you told me
That you had nothing for me
I wish you were here for these forty hours driving
We'd take a break in the back seat