Sleepwalking, by 15-16 puzzle

I could listen to your stories
For a thousand hours
Heard 'em all a thousand times before

Your sleepwalking roommate
Who tries to change the dosage
For every patient on the floor

The things that you carried
In your cardboard suitcase
The shrunken head won't make it through

The beetles in the fire
The devil's in the details
I wonder what all's true

Oh, it's hard to tell you some things, cuz we both know what you'll do
But the shit that people like about me, that all comes from you
So I'll call your house this Sunday, say hello to you and Don
And I'll tell you things that don't fit in this song

Yes, it's hard to tell you some things, after all that we've been through
But the shit that people like about me, I get that from you
So I'll call your house this Sunday if my phone gets turned back on
Cuz it's hard to say I love you in a song

I could listen to your stories
For a million hours
Heard 'em all a million times