An electric fan

That keeps me company tonight

Its nights like this make

It easy to forget

Why we used to fight

...it also makes it easy

To forget the words...

...right...



An electric fan

That keeps me company tonight

Its nights like this make

It easy to forget

Why we used to fight

Love is an ember

Born to burn out

Well, I wish it would

No, I dont feel that good



Lately they blend

And blur with the scenery

Crowded rooms make it easy

To forget Im lonely

The cat puked in my shoe

Guess its fitting it would

But i, I dont feel that good



Regrets a useless word

Usually I try to avoid it

But sometimes it gets so quiet

That I cant remember the morals

But the part I cant admit

When youre thinking out loud

Is just a whisper

That feels like a shout

Oh, god, I made a mistake

I cant breathe without you



The cars driving by

They throw their lights

Against the wall

I should go to bed

Get out of this chair

And turn the tv off

Oh goody! I get to go to bed alone!

If I could get excited I would

No, I dont feel that good