In the stillness of the night
As I lie awake in bed
I think about the things we said
I wonder how things went wrong
When? Why? Was it me? Did I help it along?
Tons of questions erase my hope for sleep tonight
Piling one on top of the other
Until my mind is absorbed by my thoughts
And I can’t get rid of them no matter what
I can’t escape the idea that I’m to blame
Because of everything I did caused us to end this way
And as I slide lower beneath my covers
Sinking into the warmth of my bed
Hoping to find shelter and protection
At least enough so I can find the connection
Between the beginning of this all and the present point
I find that there is no connecting point
And that I erased all the memories when we said what we said
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