Sitting in the back of the bar
Your hand is on my neck like feathers on tar
And you’re asking how I feel
Well, I couldn’t even start

I’m still writing you songs
Even though I know deep down that it’s wrong
It’s all that I can do
I’ve got nothing left to lose
‘Cause even in my dreams I’m falling for you

Sitting in the back of the room
The waitress yelling like a sonic boom
“Last call”
So I wander out the door

Shove my book back into my coat
Dreaming of the things I wish that I wrote
If I only had a heart
But I’m laying in your yard
‘Cause even in my dreams I’m falling apart

No rehearsals, we’ll do it live
You know a suicide can last your whole life
It’s the horse before the cart
It’s like drowning in the dark
‘Cause even in my dreams I’m falling apart
Yeah, even in my dreams I’m falling apart
Yeah, even in my dreams I’m falling apart
Oh yeah
Even in my dreams where the world’s as it seems, I’m wrong