Double Bed

N.C. A It's day one hundred and eighty six of not waking up in the same bed as you D but who's counting? A I'm still having trouble breathing. I'm still getting used to sleeping alone, D and I'm doubting that you're ever coming home E So take me back to the days when we waste away D A D A watching Christmas movies in rooms that were not ours E D A D A Take me back to the time when we said goodbye knowing you knew I'd be back in a few hours A D A D A D At this point you probably know that every song I write's about you so I'll say it A D And I tried so hard, so long to write songs about my friends or summer, but it sounds like shit and I hate it. B D E D So take me back to day two, we just met. We were talking 'bout our parents in a double bed. A D A D A I would sell every mattress in my parent's house to talk to you like that again. E D A But I've been staring at my phone for hours and I can't work up the damn courage to call you yet.