Insanely enough my enemy is my bed,
I lay and close my eyes and it puts ur pictures in my head,
Does it want me asleep, or it wants me awake?
Coz at times I drift to sleep and at times I see dawn break.
The way I remember you are still the same,
And acknowledging this I feel insane,
Truth be told, there's no stand I hold,
Memories taste better like the wine when it's old,