This Morning

Do you love me? Or do you just hate being alone? And are you hurting? Why must you be so cold? Why are you like this? Is it because of what happened before? It must be priceless, being loved in the dark Can you tell me now, what I am to do? Can you show me how, how to make it true? Because this morning, I woke up next to you And I was falling, but I guess it just fell through Oh this morning, I turned to look at you But you were gone, and I just don't know what to do And do I love you? Or do I just hate being alone? And does it hurt you, hearing me be this cold? Why am I like this? Is it because of what happened before? It must be priceless, being loved in the dark Being loved in the dark 'Cause this morning, I woke up next to you And I was falling, but I guess it just fell through Oh this morning, I turned to look at you But you were gone, and I just don't know what to do And I was falling, oh this morning The late night talks, the offstage calls, the shoulder every time The summer walks, and all we've thought of all we've left behind There's nothing now, but distance how did we end up this way? We can try to fix this, but I think it's far too late (I think it's far too late) Because this morning, I woke up next to you And I was falling, but I guess it just fell through Oh this morning, I turned to look at you But you were gone, and I just don't know what to do And I was falling, oh this morning