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 and adored

Can you tell me now? What am I to do?

Can you show me how? How to make it through

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

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 and adored

Being loved and adored

Because this morning I woke up next to you

And I was falling but I guess it just fell through

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 off-stage calls got shorter every time

The summer walks, and all we’ve done have all been left behind

There’s nothing now but distance, how did we end up this way?

And we can try to fix this, but 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, this morning