How We're Made

How We're Made - Bo Bruce

It's cold in here I take a breath

Pull the air into my chest again again

Eyes are closed and wondering

Am I wide awake or fast asleep

Asleep

The red alarm clock radio

Comes to life in monotone to say to me

This is just reality I get to

Cuss the world away from me

From me

I had to let you go

But I miss you

I couldn't keep you here

I just miss you

Footsteps on these cobble streets

It rained last night it's wet under my feet

Two feet

The sirens in the distance scream

Supposed to save somebody from something

Something

I had to let you go

But I miss you

I couldn't keep you here

I just miss you

I know it's how we're made

But I miss you

A day is still a day

I just miss you

The stair goes on for miles

I miss you

For miles and miles and miles

I just miss you