Wake up alone. Amy Winehouse.

It's okay in the day
I'm staying busy.
Tied up enough so I don't have to wonder where is he.

Got so sick of crying
so just lately
when I catch myself, I do a one-eighty.

I stay up, clean the house...
at least I'm not drinking.
Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking.
That silent sense of content
that everyone gets
just disappears 'soon as the sun sets.

He's fierce in my dreams, seizing my guts,
he floats me with dread.
Soaked in soul
he swims in my eyes by the bed;
pour myself over him
moon spilling in...
And I wake up alone.

If I was my heart
I'd rather be restless.
The second I stop, the sleep catches up
and I'm breathless
'cause this ache in my chest
as my day is done now
the dark covers me, and I cannot run now.

My blood running cold
I stand before him,

it's all I can do to assure him.
When he comes to me
I drip for him tonight
drowning in me, we bathe under blue light.

He's fierce in my dreams, seizing my guts,
he floats me with dread.
Soaked in soul
he swims in my eyes by the bed;
pour myself over him
moon spilling in...
And I wake up alone... [x4]