Narrative - Complications of Open Heart Surgery Lyrics

Two in the morning is the only time of day when I see clearly
Staring at the ceiling has a certain effect on the way that I think
About what could have been, about what should have been
About the way you looked at me when you told me, "it's over"
I wish you'd never said, "it's over"

Why do these empty walls look so angry?

I wish I could go back to your arms
And find the comfort that I used to find there before we drifted apart
I'm not angry with you. just pissed at myself for letting you get away
With my heart in your hand. You threw it in the trash and I'm left standing here all alone

It's hard to sleep when all I dream of is you
And the way the sunlight played on your face when we went to the lake last June
But staying awake is almost worse because at lease in dreams I'm not alone in this bed
With pillows all around in an attempt to imitate the images you left in my head

Why do these four walls keep tormenting me?

I wish I could go back to your arms
And find the comfort that I used to find there before we drifted apart
I'm not angry with you. just pissed at myself for letting you get away
With my heart in your hand. You threw it in the trash and I'm left standing here all alone

I can't find a sense of peace
I can't be okay without you next to me
I know it's pathetic that I'd need your help to stay afloat in this ocean of hell
The tide is dragging me down
Please keep me from drowning

These four angry walls in my room have been keeping me from getting any sleep
They look at me like I've done something wrong but I've forgotten how to think
I go over every moment in my head at least fifty times a night
But no matter how much I over-analyze, no other choices seemed right

I wish I could go back to your arms
And find the comfort that I used to find there before we drifted apart
I'm not angry with you. just pissed at myself for letting you get away
With my heart in your hand. You threw it in the trash and I'm left standing here all alone