Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights it gets so bad
You almost pick up the phone
Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house
In your shoes, I know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you,
Whoa-oh-oh
I've already given up on myself twice
Third time is the charm,third time is the charm
Threw caution to the wind but I've got a lousy arm
And I've traced your shadows on the wall
Now I kiss them whenever I'm down, whenever I'm down
Figured on not figuring myself out
Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights it gets so bad
I almost pick up the phone
~Chorus~
Born under a bad sign
You saved my life
That night on the roof of your hotel
Cross my heart and hope to die Splinter from the headboard in my eye
Photo-proofed kisses I remember so well
~Chorus~