Wrinkled Bedsheets

[Verse 1] Looking at wrinkles in the bedsheets a signal you were there. Dented pillow still filled with your scent; lost in thought, I stare. Sun streams through the gaps in blinds; piercing the darkened room, like bullet holes in a war torn land; a quiet peace mixed with impending doom. Your fingertips escape me; there are only remnants of your hair. No morning kiss to greet you; no midnight dreams to share. Quiet in this lonely room; no music, laughs or sighs; just my haphazard breathing while rubbing sleep from my eyes. I lick my lips to taste you; but your flavor has long since faded; and the absence of it, and of you has left me raw and jaded. (jaded) [Chorus] Lost in thought, I stare. A quiet peace mixed with impending doom. No midnight dreams to share. Quiet in this lonely room. [Bridge] [Verse 2] Wrinkles in the bed sheets signal you were there. Dented pillow still filled with your scent; lost in thought, I stare. Sun streams through the gaps in blinds; piercing the darkened room, like bullet holes in a war torn land; a quiet peace mixed with impending doom. Your fingertips escape me; there are only remnants of your hair. No morning kiss to greet me; no midnight dreams to share. Quiet in this lonely room; no music, laughs or sighs; just my haphazard breathing while rubbing sleep from my eyes. I lick my lips to taste you; but your flavor has long since faded; and the absence of it, and of you has left him raw and jaded. (jaded) [Chorus] Lost in thought, I stare. A quiet peace mixed with impending doom. No midnight dreams to share. Quiet in this lonely room.