If These Sheets Were States - All Time Low


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.


(I`m lost in empty pillow talk again)
(I`m 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 again.
I settle for long distance calls, I`m lost in empty pillow talk again.


I`m lost in empty pillow talk again