B.Miles - Separate Rooms

Been overdo
Why is catching up so hard with you
Takes so much for me to try
And play it cool
All those years still paint my current view

I've been thinking 'bout your Yankees T-shirt lately
Torn and hung over your broken desk seat
I'd wear it when we would sleep
Always wanted more of you

Birthdays don't matter
And each year, I say I'm 24
I still remember all the nights you loved
Staying up because
Only "one more round" could get your ear

I've been thinking 'bout your Yankees T-shirt lately
Torn and hung over your broken desk seat
I'd wear it when we would sleep
Always wanted more of you

I'd wake up and finish your bottle of Listerine
Rarely touched the bed my parents bought me
Under it, I hid these memories
And your reading glasses too

Back then I was your chorus
One that you'd sing out loud
But you and I sleep better now in separate rooms