Ideas That Seemed Like Good Ones at 3 AM

Four days
And I'm feeling fine
You have yet to even cross my mind
But that's a lie

Your face
Still haunts my dreams
Tangled up in these sheets
Ripped at the seams

If you were the shoes on my feet
I'd be tripping on the laces
All tied up in knots
But I'm still chasing
Days turn to weeks
And weeks turn to months
Everything's changed
Now nothing's
The way you feel

Three weeks
And you say hello
My system starts to go into overload
But I still smile just for show

The wounds
Are starting to fade away
But no matter how much I complain
I want them to stay them to stay them to stay

If you were the shoes on my feet
I'd be tripping on the laces
All tied up in knots
But I'm still chasing
Days turn to weeks
And weeks turn to months
Everything's changed
Now nothing's
The way you feel



Credits
Writer(s): Courtney Hays
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