I Wish To Sleep But Not Wake

I look at our road
And its disrepair
The feelings I look for
Are no longer there
There's a man in Toledo
Whom laughs at my jokes
Little John just stopped crying
And passed me the smokes

For this, my dear, is goodbye
This, my dear, is goodbye

Now you keep the cat
And I'll take the car
But those three nights in London
That we spent in pure bliss
Well those ones, will always be ours

The feel of your fingers
The taste of your spit
But what good would it do
If we just go wander 'round clenching our fist?

This, my dear, is goodbye
This, my dear, is goodbye

The gun is in the closet
The drugs are in the drawer
Was a woman in your bed once?
Tell me which one you want more

Your heart isn't broken
It shines when you laugh
You stood up when most men
Would have turn tailed and run from what's asked

Your lips on my neck
The exploration of hands
Will keep me up nights but
I am what I am

Oh and
This, my dear, is goodbye¨
This, my dear, is goodbye
This, my dear, is goodbye
This, my dear, is goodbye