I can't sleep unless it's completely dark
but I keep my blinds cracked and my lights on
in case you ever pass by so
you'll know I'm still here.
I know I'm not on your way to anywhere.
If you looked in,
you'd recognize the table I first kissed you by
and the fridge decorations we cooked next to
but not the espresso machine I would've made lattes for you
or the records next to my vinyl player we could have danced to.
Maybe I've changed enough for you to change your mind.
Maybe I've stayed enough the same for you to want to stay.
I'm still here.
I haven't moved cities yet.
I haven't moved on yet.
I can't sleep with the lights on
but I keep them on because
I can't sleep without you anyway.