to sleep– Perhaps to dream

left with

Late night movies. Pizza at midnight.

A place at the table for everyone.

And, of course, my place was by you.

An invitation to join the fun.

You remember, don't you?

But, of course, we lose the things we love most.

We lose those nights. We lose our smiles.

We're left behind.

We lose those nights. We lose our smiles.

We're left behind. And we're left with

memories are like clouds.

Some bright and loud

with the light of the dying sun,

and you never see them again.

Some are dark and heavy.

Leave you feeling empty,

but you can always come back to them.

But you can always come back to

half-smiles, high fives, then only silence.

I got a call on the telephone,

but it wasn't from you.

Your mom said, "I've got some bad news."

And, of course, it was about you.

Cause of course we lose the things we love most.

We lose the things we love...

Love...

Memories are like clouds.

Some bright and loud

with the light of the dying sun,

and you never see them again.

Some are dark and heavy.

Leave you feeling empty,

but you can always come back to them.

But you can always come back to

If I'd seen you that day,

maybe you would have stayed.

My brain's stuck on loop just saying "maybe".

Maybe it's just a game.

You'll pop out of your grave,

and I'll shake my head and say, "You're crazy".

Why'd you leave me this way,

hoping maybe I'll wake

from this nightmare and you'll say, "You're crazy"?

Maybe I'll do the same.

Will they think of your name?

Will they sadly whisper, "They went crazy"?

We lose our minds. I lost my mind.

We lose our lives. You lost your life,

and I'm left with

memories are like clouds.

Some bright and loud

with the light of the dying sun,

and you never see them again.

Some are dark and heavy.

Leave you feeling empty,

but you can always come back to them.

But you can always come back...

But you can al—

and I'm left with...