Twenty three years
And I still hold
This teddy bear every night
But it’s not what I clung to
As a child
To escape my fear of the dark
Or those screams and sobs
Coming from the other room

Days turned into weeks
Turned into months
I’ve been left here
To work things out
On my own
For my own damn good
But I still find
Some comfort in
Sleeping next to just
This tiny part of you
It still brings a smile to my face

8:16 a.m. just doesn’t mean
The same things that it used to
I smile and I turn
Just to find this teddy bear

Who knew stuffed animals
Could come with instruction manuals
So hard to abide
Sometimes I wish I could
Talk myself into
Throwing it in a fire
Or leaving it on your doorstep
With a letter saying exactly
How I feel

8:16 a.m. just doesn’t mean
The same things that it used to
I smile and I turn
Just to find this teddy bear
I know my heart still beats without you
But I’m afraid
That my drummer forgot the beat
That I used to lead my life to
Sometimes maybe just means maybe
And never means always
But sometimes that just isn’t good enough

8:16 a.m. just doesn’t mean
The same things that it used to
I smile and I turn
Just to find this teddy bear