Wake me when the dream is over
'Cause you got me feeling sober
Balled up on the couch, protected from the world
I can't seem to get these stains
Guess I'm just another kickabout
Smiling through the pain, acting like I should
I try to take it all on board
But I guess here's my tipping point
Making faces in the mirror, you can't see me
But I hope you might appear right behind me
Making faces in the mirror, what else can I do
I won't ever feel as good again
As that moment when I left you lying on the bed
I'll never feel the same
