If These Sheets Were States Lyrics
| Song | If These Sheets Were States |
| Artist | All Time Low |
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| I’m lost in empty pillow talk again | |
| I’m lost in empty pillow talk again | |
| This bed’s an island made of feather down, and | |
| I’m stuck here alone | |
| With little else but memories of you, on memory foam | |
| Visions of a brighter love, | |
| I’d kill for one more day | |
| To pool my thoughts, and find the words to say | |
| If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away, | |
| I’d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me. | |
| Because I don’t sleep at all without you pressed up against me. | |
| I settle for long distance calls, | |
| I’m lost in empty pillow talk again. | |
| I’m lost in empty pillow talk again | |
| This room’s become a mausoleum, filled with relics of regret | |
| Paying dues to every moment wasted, on words left unsaid | |
| Collisions of a finer love, | |
| I’d kill for one more way | |
| To tell you how you make me better every day | |
| If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away, | |
| I’d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me. | |
| Because I don’t sleep at all without you pressed up against me. | |
| I settle for long distance calls, | |
| I’m lost in empty pillow talk again.(Lost in empty pillow talk again)(Lost in empty pillow talk again) | |
| If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away, | |
| I’d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me. | |
| Because I don’t sleep at all without you pressed up against me. | |
| I settle for long distance calls, | |
| I’m lost in empty pillow talk | |
| I settle for long distance calls, | |
| I’m lost in empty pillow talk again. | |
| I’m lost in empty pillow talk again. |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk again | |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk again | |
| This bed' s an island made of feather down, and | |
| I' m stuck here alone | |
| With little else but memories of you, on memory foam | |
| Visions of a brighter love, | |
| I' d kill for one more day | |
| To pool my thoughts, and find the words to say | |
| If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away, | |
| I' d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me. | |
| Because I don' t sleep at all without you pressed up against me. | |
| I settle for long distance calls, | |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk again. | |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk again | |
| This room' s become a mausoleum, filled with relics of regret | |
| Paying dues to every moment wasted, on words left unsaid | |
| Collisions of a finer love, | |
| I' d kill for one more way | |
| To tell you how you make me better every day | |
| If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away, | |
| I' d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me. | |
| Because I don' t sleep at all without you pressed up against me. | |
| I settle for long distance calls, | |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk again. Lost in empty pillow talk again Lost in empty pillow talk again | |
| If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away, | |
| I' d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me. | |
| Because I don' t sleep at all without you pressed up against me. | |
| I settle for long distance calls, | |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk | |
| I settle for long distance calls, | |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk again. | |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk again. |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk again | |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk again | |
| This bed' s an island made of feather down, and | |
| I' m stuck here alone | |
| With little else but memories of you, on memory foam | |
| Visions of a brighter love, | |
| I' d kill for one more day | |
| To pool my thoughts, and find the words to say | |
| If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away, | |
| I' d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me. | |
| Because I don' t sleep at all without you pressed up against me. | |
| I settle for long distance calls, | |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk again. | |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk again | |
| This room' s become a mausoleum, filled with relics of regret | |
| Paying dues to every moment wasted, on words left unsaid | |
| Collisions of a finer love, | |
| I' d kill for one more way | |
| To tell you how you make me better every day | |
| If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away, | |
| I' d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me. | |
| Because I don' t sleep at all without you pressed up against me. | |
| I settle for long distance calls, | |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk again. Lost in empty pillow talk again Lost in empty pillow talk again | |
| If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away, | |
| I' d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me. | |
| Because I don' t sleep at all without you pressed up against me. | |
| I settle for long distance calls, | |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk | |
| I settle for long distance calls, | |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk again. | |
| I' m lost in empty pillow talk again. |
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