Forgot to tell you goodnight I didn't know you were sleeping Until I got home and the lights were off So I'll lay down on the couch Cuz I'll be out at nine And you'll be asleep Cuz you were up at four Puking up your guts I never heard a thing Cuz you were always silent And I was never quiet Like it matters now A subtle paradox Cuz I was absent too Could I have done a thing Collapsed in the bedroom Concussed and out of it I couldn't hear the water running The sight of it all made me sick A frozen white image I felt my face turn flush I couldn't see it coming Till the look on your face said it all Could I have done a thing I will Follow You through The wall I'll do What I Have to to see you again Could I have done a thing Cogs are Turning Pages Burning Say what I need Cut out my tongue once again Could I have done a thing