Separate Rooms

Been overdo Why is catching up so hard with you Takes so much for me to try And play it cool All those years still paint my current view I've been thinking 'bout your Yankees t-shirt lately Torn and hung over your broken desk seat I'd wear it when we would sleep Always wanted more of you Birthdays don't matter And each year I say I'm twenty-four I still remember all the nights you loved Staying up because Only "one more round" could get your ear I've been thinking 'bout your Yankees t-shirt lately Torn and hung over your broken desk seat I'd wear it when we would sleep Always wanted more of you I'd wake up and finish your bottle of Listerine Rarely touched the bed my parents bought me Under it I hid these memories And your reading glasses too Back then I was your chorus One that you'd sing out loud But you and I sleep better now in separate rooms