Sangtekst: Avail. 4 AM Friday. 92.

sometimes when i wake up i start to think this can't be true and i'm not together so i block out all the days that don't matter and i raise my head forget about what i did and try not to think too hard sometimes i get so happy i hear things in my head that were never said i just sit alone for a while and start talking to myself, i think it's getting a little out of hand try not to think too hard i hang on to the words thinking i blew it with nothing left to lose sometimes when i think about it it just doesn't seem fair still i stay prepared and i work my way around it i look deep into myself and think this is getting a little out of hand try not to think too hard i hang on to the words thinking i blew it with nothing left to lose i play my part it's not so hard i just stay out of view