Let's go.
Let's go.
Like poetry,
you said some things are not supposed to be.
But me, I had to just agree to disagree.
Empty dresser drawer,
you wore my sweater out the door.
And poured my heart onto the floor in a row of four.
Let's go.
And in my head,
well,
you're still calling me up.
And I'm still calling you, love.
You say it's not really done.
I'm still the one that you want.
But it's a dream that I lost.
And I just can't turn it off,
turn it off,
turn it off,
turn it off.
On the darkest nights,
I can hear you calling from inside my
mind, playing like a song.
It becomes something I've ever since you were big.
I've been sleeping with the lights out.
It could switch everything.
It's heavy in my mind.
So bitch, laying all the memories in your side.
And I've ever since you were big,
I've been sleeping with the lights out.
Come on.
Memories, they fill the wall.
I paint the bills and frames that fall and break.
I smile beneath the windowpane.
Those sheets that smell like you in your purse,
that she of perfume.
So I won't go back in that room,
because what's the use?
Oh,
and in my head,
well,
you're still calling me up.
And I'm still calling you, love.
You say it's not really done.
I'm still the one that you want.
But it's a dream that I lost.
And I just can't turn it off,
turn it off,
turn it off,
turn it off.
On the darkest nights,
I can hear you calling from inside my mind,
playing like a song.
It becomes something I've ever since you were big.
God,
I've been sleeping with the lights out.
It could switch everything.
It's heavy in my mind.
So bitch, laying all the memories in your side.
And I've ever since you were big,
I've been sleeping with the lights out.
Lights out.
Sleeping with the lights out.
Lights out.
Y'all sound so beautiful.
Thank you so much.
Ever since you were big.