If it's okay, I'll leave the bed light on.
Place your water glass where it belongs.
And if it's alright, I'll lie awake at night,
pretending I am curled up at your side.
See, I'm circling in these patterns-
Living out of memories.
I'm still a long way from accepting it,
that there's just no you and me.

Is it just me?
Did I commit a crime?
I won't believe that loving you is just a waste of time.
Was it in my head?
I'm reading into things you never said.
Cause' I still don't have the answers,
to why we couldn't work it out.
I wanna think of something that I did,
so I can turn it back around.

But if I still believe you love me, maybe I'll survive.
So I tell myself you're coming home,
like you've done a million times.
And if it's alright, I'll still be loving you,
Cause I can't break it to my heart.