I fell asleep outside your bedroom door   Opposite blankets on your bedroom floor   That you'd stuffed under gaps to fight the creeping cold   You slipped folded letters through a keyhole      And I'd decipher your cursive and your capitals   So I could polarize and steal sentiment from song   You fell asleep beside your open book   Where love is a cliche and a redundant hook      But your dreams are still wrapped around it, anyway   You placed your head upon your pillowcase   Slipped into dreams that I can't seem to face   Sleeping carefully, praying you won't wake alone   I paced up and down your staircase   And whittled all the words you didn't say   Into little anchors, just enough to drag me down   They say we draw our destinies with our own hands   But really our pencils never move the way we plan      So we just hope to end with something we can love   The peeking sun found me at your doorway   Gave me a blanket and sent me on my way   And I knocked once more to be sure everything was alright      You pushed a crinkled paper through the keyhole   That said "We can't be certain that the door will always be closed"   I dropped the blanket and laid back down on the floor