Skinny Love - Arms Aloft

February days are good for nothing but split lips

A winter spent exhausted but sleepless

But I’ve always heard it called a problem

When someone does something alone

So I’ll just

Keep spinning «…Further West»

And I’ll get

My five hours a night at best

At least if I don’t wake up in the morning

My head can’t start hurting

So here’s to waking up shaking

Balled up on the floor

Of an iced over winter Lake Superior

Raise a flag at half-mast

And a half-empty glass

In a toast to remembering what it’s like

To not have to know she’s sleeping somewhere else tonight

It’s quarter past the third double blur on the right

And this apartment’s pale, yellow lights

Are really bringing out the blue in the bags under my sunken eyes

I still can’t shake this fucking cough

And I still catch myself way too often

Hoping that I only have to miss her

Till I finally find my way to sleep

Well here’s to waking up shaking

Balled up on the floor

Of an iced over winter Lake Superior

Raise a flag at half-mast

And a half-empty glass

In a toast to remembering what it’s like

To not have to know she’s sleeping somewhere else tonight

Well here’s to waking up shaking

Balled up on the floor

Of an iced over winter Lake Superior

Raise a flag at half-mast

And a half-empty glass

In a toast to remembering what it’s like

To not have to know she’s sleeping somewhere else tonight