Solitaire in Apt. 7

I cling to a scent that hangs on my bracelet

How it holds my hand on a cold November night

And I catch my own words

And try to rephrase them

Blame the wine for closing my eyes

And dying my hair

So when I wait for love, I wait on my own

And when I see a couple kissing

I cry the whole way home

Yeah, it's cruel what I've been missing

I sleep around but I can't stay in bed

Give it weeks and weeks of

"What's meant for me won't pass me"

And hope that there's truth to it

I mark each page when I am sleeping

With a pen, not a bookmark

So I can change how it ends

And I've been waiting for somebody to explain it

Why can't I find it

When I've found nearly everything else

So when I wait for love, I wait on my own

And when I see a couple kissing

I cry the whole way home

Yeah, it's cruel what I've been missing

I sleep around but I can't stay in bed

Give it weeks and weeks of

"What's meant for me won't pass me"

And hope that there's truth to it

I hope that there's truth to it

I hope that there's truth to it

I hope that there's truth to it

I hope that there's truth to it