The last thing I can remember is drifting off to sleep. In my dream, I'm holding my partner, and making out with her. I can taste her. Her mouth is hot. My fingers are tangled in her hair, her arms are around my neck. Suddenly I wake up, probably because this bed is too cold ever since she's not here. I roll over, the wrong way, and I fall out of bed. I hit my knees hard on the hardwood floor of her bedroom. I'd been living here, and I'm not moving out. I start looking at the picture on her bedside table, and I lose my breath. She was so damn beautiful. Now, just one week later, it's hard to believe that she was here just one week ago. Then I start to think, maybe her spirit is here with me. Then I tell myself, she's not, 'cause she's gone.
When you're dreaming with a broken heart Then waking up is the hardest part You roll outta bed and down on your knees And for a moment you can hardly breathe Wondering was she really here? Is she standing in my room? No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....
I hate it when I dream about her. When I wake up, I just wish I was dead. I can't give her up. She had me in love with her when I held her because that stupid pig farmer was telling her that she wasn't Temperance Brennan. He didn't see it coming. Nobody had. I sat in the hospital with her, held her hand, begged her to hold on. I wanted her to wake up by my side. She can't now. She's gone.When you're dreaming with a broken heart The giving up is the hardest part She takes you in with her crying eyes Then all at once you have to say goodbye Wondering could you stay my love? Will you wake up by my side? No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....
I crawl back into bed. I drift to sleep quickly. I'm standing at her door. I have roses that I must've brought because we have a date. She beams at me and takes the flowers. I come inside, and watch her find a vase to put the flowers in.
Now do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands? Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands? Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my , roses in my hands?
I wake up realizing that I am clutching the white rose Angela had given me earlier, wishing for me to get better. That explains my dream. She didn't get this rose though. She can't. She's gone.Would you get them if I did? No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....
I still can't stand dreaming about her. It's been two years. I decide that life isn't worth it. I feel my finger on the trigger. She darts into the room and knocks the gun out of my hand. All I can see is her. She wraps her arms around me, and I hold her, to happy for words. She's crying against my chest. I bury my face in her hair, which still smells like it used to, and start crying too. I've missed her too much. When we separate, she kisses me passionately. "I remember…" she whispered.When you're dreaming with a broken heart The waking up is the hardest part
I didn't have to wake up without her one more day. I didn't have to dream with my broken heart.