The bottle almost empty, it went straight to her head
She cradled you in envy, you wished for her instead
Was it her eyes that night dancing in your mirror?
Was it her lips that lied before they locked on yours?
Maybe you weren't meant to know
Lately in my sleepless nights I'm waiting on a sign
But when it comes it never stays
And lately I've been searching for my peace of mind
I'll spend my time looking for Alaska