Counting Sheep

I keep my days open for sleeping in

I'll keep my days open for sleeping in

A late night phone call

From someone you don't miss

You keep them alive with simple small talk shit

Uncomfortably honest, and honestly lonely

Got somewhere to be

Hey man, don't worry about me

The city stopped moving

I'm alone with my secrets

I could probably hang myself with the curtains

This is the portrait of a man

More than coffee in his hand

Front row seats to old repeats, of a highlight reel for years, yeah

And all the things I never said

I'm doing circles in my head

I'm counting sheep, with no relief

Just another night alone, yeah

I keep my days open for sleeping in

I'll keep my days open for sleeping in

A late night phone call

From someone you don't miss

You keep them alive with simple small talk shit

Please don’t let me leave the world tonight

I’ll wait by your driveway in case you change your mind

We can keep drinking ‘til it feels alright

You know we don’t have to talk, we could just be alive

Please don’t let me leave on my own tonight

You know I’ll wait by your driveway in case you change your mind

And we can keep drinking ‘til it feels alright

You know we don’t have to talk we could just be alive

I keep my days open for sleeping in

I'll keep my days open for sleeping in

This is the portrait of a man

More than coffee in his hand

Front row seats to all the peaks and the highlight reel for years, yeah

And all the things I never said

I'm doing circles in my head

I'm counting sheep, with no relief

Just another night on my own