The Last One

The Lawrence Arms

Tired of these drunken evenings

Listening to my staggered breathing

Nowhere to fall back in but to sleep

You're beautiful in dreams

Where words pour from my mouth in streams

Rivers I could never recreate

I dreamed you traced worlds against my back

I dreamed you'd never known me

Last night I said that this would be my last

You took up so many pages

The same dead words in different phrases

So much I'm almost out of ink

Woke up January rain

Idly sliding down the window pane

I had a dream you taught me how to speak

I wrench my hands around my neck

'Cause I didn't speak

'Cause I was suffocating

It's about time I started to believe

I promise this will be the last one