after the fever's swept under the bed and light of the morning is already dead. your memories enemies inside your head the mockery; mantra the mania of all the hurtful things that were said this lie a love a lecture she curses through teeth her language still lingers like smoke through the sheets ephemeral fallout of her self-esteem but how can i forget how she'd scream out and dig right into me said "kid, nobody's watching you" so sing to all the pretty girls and never say thank you stick to short conversations and hide both your eyes cuz no one gives a damn about a single thing you've been through keep your love songs nostalgic cuz heartbreak's a lie you know so what's there to hate about sleeping alone no dreams on display and you're soft like a stone no need to believe that it's what you call home no place for the wasteful debates about all those drowning dreams and where they go so we set all our watches to the time that we lost and forget all the limits and lines that we've crossed and leave in our wake all that came at too high a cost and we stay far away from the days when our souls want nothing more than to be thawed out in sunlight well i was swimming in dreams and i thought that i lost you but time makes you numb to the thorn in your side so the new day will come as the evenings just pass through like cars on the turnpike or storms in july cuz no one gives a damn about a single place you've been to when nothing is yours but the moment you die.