If These Sheets Were States

I'm lost in empty pillow talk again I'm lost in empty pillow talk again This bed's an island made of feather down, and I'm stuck here alone With little else but memories of you, on memory foam Visions of a brighter love, I'd kill for one more day To pool my thoughts, and find the words to say If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away, I'd fold them end over end to bring you closer to me. Because I don't sleep at all without you pressed up against me. I settle for long distance calls, I'm lost in empty pillow talk again. I'm lost in empty pillow talk again This room's become a mausoleum, filled with relics of regret Paying dues to every moment wasted, on words left unsaid Collisions of a finer love, I'd kill for one more way To tell you how you make me better every day If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away, I'd fold them end over end to bring you closer to me. Because I don't sleep at all without you pressed up against me. I settle for long distance calls, I'm lost in empty pillow talk again. (Lost in empty pillow talk again) (Lost in empty pillow talk again) If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away, I'd fold them end over end to bring you closer to me. Because I don't sleep at all without you pressed up against me. I settle for long distance calls, I'm lost in empty pillow talk I settle for long distance calls, I'm lost in empty pillow talk again. I'm lost in empty pillow talk again. --- If These Sheets Were States - All Time Low