She said my nights tend to be so sad and lonely
Thinking of you seems to right it only
for a little longer,
a part of the night.
If only you were here we could make this right.

The time that you left me I couldn't bear
the thought of you being elsewhere instead of right here
whispering softly
and holding me tight.
Tell me that these things are worth the fight.

Because I
I Can't Stand
The Thought of Her
Holding Your Hand
And I
I'm Not Sure
Tell Me These Words
Will Be Your Cure

Where is your head now, what are you thinking?
Think me as the last sip of what you've been drinking
throw down the bottle
and let it all go
when did you finally let your fear show

Open the books up and tear out the pages
You'll find me written in one of the stages
of teenage heartache
and grown up lifestyles
Just tell me you remember the smiles

Because I
I Can't Stand
The Thought of Her
Holding Your Hand
And I
I'm Not Sure
Tell Me These Words
Will Be Your Cure