Text: Alkaline Trio. Good Mourning. 100 Stories.

You're in the next room sleeping
And I'm shouting out a song for you
I shouldn't wake you over the furnace
But I should swear to someone you'd have loved every note

So dream a good one tonight
I'll listen to the bad ones when they come
Get up in my ear 'till I hear every word
Every turn of your tongue I will tighten my grip

And no one could tell even if I fell 100 stories straight down, down, down
No one could tell even if I fell 100 stories down

I was getting bored with hurting myself
If you fall down enough well soon enough you will find Hell
It can't be as, as pretty as we hoped it would be
It's not even warm here, not even ten degrees

This bed is too big to sleep in
And I'm dying just to feel you breath
You couldn't see across the ocean
But I was turning over 'till the vampires sleep

So dream a good one tonight
I'll listen to the bad ones when they come
Get up in my ear 'till I hear every word
Every turn of your tongue, I will tighten my grip

No one could tell even if I fell 100 stories straight down, down, down
No one could tell even if I fell 100 stories down

I was getting bored with hurting myself
If you fall down enough well soon enough you will find Hell
It can't be as, as pretty as we hoped it would be
It's not even warm here, not even ten degrees

Dream a good one tonight
Dream a good one tonight
Dream a good one tonight
Dream a good one tonight

I was getting bored with hurting myself
(So dream a good one tonight)
I was getting bored with hurting myself
(So dream a good one tonight)
I was getting bored with hurting myself
(So dream a good one tonight)
I was getting bored with hurting myself