Picture This This Morning
Do you love me? Or do you just hate being alone?
And are you hurting? Why must you be so cold?
Why are you like this? Is it because of what happened before?
It must be priceless, being loved in the dark
Can you tell me now, what I am to do?
Can you show me how, how to make it true?
Because this morning, I woke up next to you
And I was falling. But I guess it just fell through
Oh this morning, I turned to look at you
But you were gone, and I just don't know what to do
And do I love you? Or do I just hate being alone?
And does it hurt you, hearing me be this cold?
Why am I like this? Is it because of what happened before?
It must be priceless, being loved in the dark. Being loved in the dark
'Cause this morning, I woke up next to you
And I was falling. But I guess it just fell through
Oh this morning, I turned to look at you
But you were gone, and I just don't know what to do
And I was falling, oh this morning
The late night talks, the offstage calls, the shoulder every time
The summer walks, and all we've thought of all we've left behind
There's nothing now, but distance how did we end up this way?
We can try to fix this, but I think it's far too late
(I think it's far too late.)
Because this morning, I woke up next to you
And I was falling. But I guess it just fell through
Oh this morning, I turned to look at you
But you were gone, and I just don't know what to do
And I was falling, oh this morning
