I wrote you a letter and I think
It hurt me more than
You were almost counting the sheep
If sleep is all you need
Then I will count the sheep
I have all the trinkets you lost
They're scattered in my room
It should be more mine
But it's not
Everything I own
Is drenched in your cologne
Oh my love you're my heart
The leaves are falling in our yard
Your yellow haze
Greets me in the dark when I'm always afraid
You leave in the morning every other day
And your lips taste like dark roast
From our coffee place
Why is everything I own
Drenched in your cologne
Oh my love you're my heart
The leaves are falling in our yard
Your yellow haze
Greets me in the dark when I'm always afraid