I hear you live your life at night No tomorrow within sight One night stands and selfish friends Supported by beer booze and boys It is just one of those nights when you don't want to stay up Can't believe i am watching dawson's again Your last reminders inspiring me your last remainders burnt Can't believe i am watching dawson's again But you can not write 'home' without writing 'me' And you won't become my definition of home The closer you came the further out of reach you got The more sound the silence became I haven't drank since i quit sleeping i haven't eaten since i swallowed your shit Not needing anybody i'm afraid i'm just needing yours I hope he knows what he has got because i sure know what i have not What's with this silence how could i've missed its message The phone that doesn't ring the feedback that doesn't sing Screaming to me at my face in my ear i should have known better