Cheap lips, soft eyes, lost in the most blinding lights
as cold as those first nights alone
as the second best he'll become
sleep deep, girl, dream well
that night, i think he cried himself to sleep
just maybe, he felt more than we could ever know
and i think he pulled that trigger to empty that memory
i think he cut the weight to end the floods of you
let him soar, let him ride as budding gravestones do
just sleep, girl, just dream well