Daydreams at the end of the night, wide awake
The scent of this spun-out night lingers everywhere I go
I counted to three but little did I know
That the echoes were my uninvited guests
Shallow breathing, I lay frozen, next to the window sill
Outlining the silhouette of my three-hour sleep
Time apparently flew but the clock was adamant
If endearment was supposed to unlatch the cage
Why were my feet not unchained?
I wrapped my arms around him,
But somehow, I was the one who felt warm
Don\'t come too close, you\'ll see too much
Nightmares in broad daylight
I\'d always scream your name
And if I couldn\'t scream, I\'d whisper