im almost sleeping the whole night through without waking up in a cold sweat to half premonitions of you 

when the morning comes it brings the sun and through the blinds it strikes the bed on the side where you slept i havent kept the room clean like i should

where you used to get dressed, its such a mess now

now

it was the little things you would do 

when we were on the bus you gave up your seat to a woman who was older than you and when we got to our stop and walked onto the curb you could see how proud i was

and if you ever complained it wasnt in vain it was because things got real bad

i try to make it all good, if i only could now

trace your hand on paper so if i wake up ill know that you were here not just a dream a figment of imagining