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