Middle Of The Bed

I sleep in the middle of the bed.
You don't know, is it fine to hold my hand?
I sleep in the middle of the bed,
sun slips through my cold hands.

Do you really want me back?

Cause I'm over it, over you,
all over the town they say I love you
I'm over it, I'm over you,
all over the town.
They say I love you, yeah.
They says I always will.
They say I love you, yeah.
These wounds, they won't heal.

I talk to myself at night,
better still when the lights are turned out.
I talk inside my head,
better if nobody knows what I said.

It's all over the town,
your spreading the rumors.
If you knew me at all,
you should all know my answers.

They say I love you, yeah.
They says I always will.
They say I love you, yeah,
These wounds, they won't heal.

The sun slowly falls through.