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There is something warmly inviting about the aroma of girl in your bed And when she leaves you it's still in your Pillow, your ashtray, and still in your head Thumbing through pictures the faces grow faded The bills are unpaid and my money is spent I find myself asking will I ever see her And maybe it's better, delusion at best If I were all alone, not subject to her tribulations Maybe I could get some sleep If I weren't busy reconstructing reasons for our breakup I might learn to see beyond her face There's always too many reasons, all keeping me running right back to her face There's just as many that should keep me planted Like anchors so I run in place Now she is asking if this can continue And my head is swimming so what will I do I spent too much time, preparing, despairing This wrench in my plan is now turning my screws I wish that I could say goodbye But angry tears of regret Burn my cheeks, drowning me I wish that I could find the words The words to say I love you And make you stay In my bed for life From Letras Mania