No use in hiding how he plays on my mind
As I lay down to look for sleep
I shoot the breeze, stare at the ceiling for a usual while
And then I bury my head under the sheets
Picture his fingers on my back
With each little slip I am reminded of the lack I feel
And it's burning down
I need to find a way to forget somehow
Oh cause I don't know if I'm right
I don't know if I'm wrong
But my body seems to know right where it belongs
But now I can't seem to shake, feeling that I made a mistake
Every night your memory is keeping me awake
I'm well aware that there's a danger in the games I play
Pretending he is here with me
Still I twist and turn until I'm tired enough that I can blur the empty space with my reality
I hang my hand over the edge
As if I could wave away the worst of all the things I've said
But it's still wearing me down
I need to find a way to forget somehow
Oh cause I don't know if I'm right
I don't know if I'm wrong
But my body seems to know right where it belongs
Till I can't seem to shake, feeling that I made a mistake
Every night your memory is keeping me awake
How long must I wait?
If I behave you'll show me some way
If I wait
No use in hiding how he plays on my mind
As I lay down to look for sleep
I shoot the breeze, stare at the ceiling for a usual while
Before I bury my head under the sheet
My Body was produced by Chris Bond.