Last night I dreamt you called,
from Costa Rico,
the place you'd been the last two weeks.
Said "I missed you oh sweet boy
Wont you come on down?"
I woke up to my cold sheets and the smell of New Jersey.
When do I,
get to wake up next to you?
Tonight I can;t forget,
that I've got these open wounds
it's such a drag,
can't forgot you've gone.
Well, my ribs are parting ways,
said were not going to protect this heart you have.

-Saves the Day