If These Sheets Were States

All Time Low · Don't Panic [2012]

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 settled 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 settled 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 settled for long distance calls, I'm lost in empty pillow talk

I settled for long distance calls, I'm lost in empty pillow talk again.

I'm lost in empty pillow talk again.