I hit my head three weeks after I left You and had your consent And my empty mind dreamed of your bed And all the times we laid there Sometimes when we were together I thought about death And I thought about when it happened If you'd be by my bed Saying my last rites Holding my hand After all of this I don't think that you can But I still want you too I hit my head three weeks after I left And I don't know if you noticed Laying on the pavement Thinking about the sound Of your voice through Of knocked espresso ground Saying to me what I didn't do enough Last night in my dream you called me saying sorry But then I woke up and it was just a dream Sometimes when we were together I thought about death And I wasn't very sure If you'd be at my bed