Nothing Was Missing

"In the same clothes that we could always wear 
Because we were sewn into a couch 
Both so opposed to going out 
Yeah, it’s funny: it’s no different now 
Except that you never come around 
There’s no more handing off of glasses 
As you head off late for classes 
There’s no bedside staring matches 
So there’ll be no further distractions 
From the vastness of my bed 
Or the fucking bastard inside my head 
Who’s always listing all of my regrets 
These days he won’t shut up so I get no rest 

And that’s the reason I gave up on sleeping 
And I guess that’s why I’m always off daydreaming 
And recently it’s really had me thinking 
That when you claim to know what’s best you may just be mistaken"