Some lonely nights
When I'm lying in my bed
I imagine a scenario
I made up inside my head
And see a face
Of a man I've never seen
But I seem to've loved him in my dreams
He dims down the lights
And we talk about our days
There is liquor in the air
But it doesn't seem to overstayed
And it hurts a bit when he says
What should we name our kids
But I know it doesn't mean a thing
And you
Have such a sweet smile
For someone not real
So, I'll make the best of time
I can steal
I'll be back tomorrow
Then I awake
And I find myself alone
Try to snuggle with the sheets
But then escape into the cold
Where I see the faces
Of the people who gave me hope
But they're never quite who you thought they were
And you
Have such a sweet smile
For someone not real
So, I'll make the best of time
I can steal
I'll be back tomorrow
Please, be back tomorrow