I can feel her breath as she's sleepin' next to me,
Sharing pillows and cold feet.
She can feel my heart, fell asleep to it's beat,
Under blankets and warm sheets.
If only I could be in that bed again.
If only it were me instead of him.
Does he watch your favorite movies?
Does he hold you when you cry?
Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts when you've seen it a million times?
Does he sing to all your music while you dance to "Purple Rain"?
Does he do all these things, like I used to?
Fourteen months and seven days ago...
Oh, I know you know,
