Sad Songs

I'm waiting up for you to rescue me, To come around and cover everything, Relying on my best memories To breathe for me, breathe for me So much better than all of this, all of this I'm tired of singing all the sad songs in my head But I can't find enough of anything to drown out what you said And sometimes I find I catch my self letting you back in And I'm so tired of singing all these sad songs in my head 'Cause I can still smell summer on your skin, And I can still remember giving in Wrapped all up in your hips, and in your sheets Felt great falling, great falling So much better than all of this, all of this