كلمات Rest

I try to count my blessings, lying on my couch Tiny little pieces falling out my mouth I try to break my bones to fit inside the spaces The smallest confines of what I created It's how I rest my head on your chest And the combination of guilt and regret I will learn to suspect It's my fault I can't rest Anymore, more Try to come up Try to come up Try to come up, come up Try to come up, come up Tell myself it's love when I can't sleep alone I tell myself enough when I know it's not home It's how I rest my head on your chest And the combination of guilt and regret I will learn to suspect It's my fault I can't rest Anymore, more It's how I rest my head on your chest And the combination of guilt and regret I will learn to expect That you're gone I can't rest anymore, more Try to come up Try to come up, come up Try to come up Try to come up, come up Try to come up, come up Try to close my eyes Try to come up, come up Try to close my eyes Try to come up, come up Try to close my eyes Try to come up, come up Try to close my eyes It's how I rest my head on your chest And the combination of guilt and regret I will learn to suspect It's my fault I can't rest Anymore, more It's how I rest my head on your chest And the combination of guilt and regret I will learn to expect That you're gone I can't rest Anymore, more Try to come up Try to come up, come up More Try to come up, come up Try to come up More Try to come up Try to come up, come up More Try to come up Try to come up, come up More