Tonight i'm sleeping with the lights on At least that's what it feels like when i'm with you I hope that's not an issue Like Mark Hoppus in I Miss You We could've lived like Jack and Sally if we wanted too But of course it's another empty case of beer Another fucking hopeless year Another night of lying awake feeling like a basket case So I'll see you in the future, at least your sense of humor Cause I don't mind the difference, I just hate the distance You say that it's so easy, sleeping in the backseat And camping out on my shoulder Tell me it's alright as you gaze upon your sleepless night I swear to god that this will be the final time The cradle of selfishness hangs upon your neck just like a tie I swear to god that this will always end up as the final time