I'm waiting up for you to rescue me,

To come around and cover everything,

Relying on my best memories

To breathe for me, breathe for me



So much better than all of this, all of this



I'm tired of singing all the sad songs in my head



But I can't find enough of anything to drown out what you said

And sometimes I find I catch my self letting you back in

And I'm so tired of singing all these sad songs in my head



'Cause I can still smell summer on your skin,

And I can still remember giving in

Wrapped all up in your hips, and in your sheets

Felt great falling, great falling



So much better than all of this, all of this