I woke up in a dream today to the cold of the static and put my cold feet on the floor. Forgot all about yesterday, remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore. A little taste of hypocrisy. And I'm left in the wake of the mistake slow to react. And even though you're so close to me, you're still so distant and I can't bring you back. It's true the way I feel, was promised by your face and the sound of your voice, painted on my memories. Even if you're not with me is no penalty on this and that, and when things go wrong I pretend the past is not real. Now I'm trapped in this memory, no matter how far we've come, I can't wait to see tomorrow.