Skinny Love (Lyrics)

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. 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.