I looked up at your window And pretended I could see you. You don't live there anymore. My mind wanders and I get lost in thoughts of you. I sleep to escape, because drinking kills you anyway. So why when I wake does my heart still ache? Your cup is still on the window sill. I'll bring myself to move it soon, But until I do, I'll get lost in thoughts of you. You made the best impression: Perfection on the page. The wildest of hearts will never be tamed.