Sleeping in the corner of the bed
I lost the covers once again
My whole left side is blue
You're dreaming like its '92
When falling down was beautiful
And getting up was easy
Before we knew our parents lied
Before we ever compromised
So I got up and poured a cup of chamomile tea
You said "can I have one too"?
I said "it's already brewing"
I'm the mailman at the door and
You're the freight train in the morning
Singer in an uptown bar
You're the whiskey in a jar
I can drink you up tonight and
You can lose another fight
But if we both hold on too tight
We won't be holding for long
So I drank my tea got in my car
Drove up to the corner store
When I came back you up and left
A piece of paper on my desk
The note it said I won't be long
I love you like a Britney song
You're classic, and you'll never age
One more time I read the page
So I sat under the manzanita just see the red
Thought I could sit there for years, hoping that you might appear
Just like the mailman at the door and
Like the freight train in the morning
Singer in an uptown bar
You're the whiskey in a jar and
I could drink you up tonight and
You could lose another fight
But if we both hold on too tight
We won't be holding for long