When I try to think of You
I change my mind too fast
When I try to dream of You
The dream won’t last

When I try to think of Her
My mind is brought right back
When I try to dream of Her
Sleep is what I lack

Type, type, type
I did not choose to type tonight
I was free to sleep or
Dream or weep
But now I type
Type, type, type
At something I don’t believe in
For someone I don’t admire
I type
Type, type, type
What type of person would make me stay up so late
While bed beckons and slumber calls
What type indeed
Type, type, type
I don’t enjoy typing, you know
I'd much rather be anywhere
Doing anything
With anyone
But instead I type
Type, type, type

When I go
Do not follow
You belong where you are

When you go
I will Follow
I don’t belong anywhere

The dark parts of my mind
Are fairly bright
Still, bring a light