Sleepless

I’m sleeping just fine

while I’m probably on your mind

still keeping you up.

And you’re mad at yourself

for giving a damn

now that I’m gone.

And you’re mad at yourself

for not giving enough of a damn

back when I would have given you

my whole world

if that’s what you wanted.

But now I don’t care about what you want

You can tell it all to the ghost of mine

that still haunts when you can’t sleep.

Stuck on You

Maybe one day I’ll finally get good at getting over you

But until then I’ll have another drink while I listen to another song that reminds me of you

I’ll drive by your house again and read through old phone conversations

Oh cause one day you wont cross my mind

But until then I’m still at this bar, stuck on you

I imagine hearing your name and not giving it a second thought

There will be no floods of memories that have to be fought

No ache in my heart nor tears in my eyes

You’ll be gone and I’ll have moved on

But until then I’m still at this bar, stuck on you.

MY GHOSTWRITER

You don’t like what I’m writing now.

I can understand you 

not wanting to hear these things

but you must understand 

you’re the one putting me through this.

If you don’t like yourself in this light

then maybe you should step up.

Walk a straighter path 

and you won’t find yourself slipping

on uneven ground.