these days it seems
that every time i sit
i want to run

and every time i get up
i just want to go back to bed

i lie in my bed at night
just itching to get out
with nowhere to go,

and i think of you
all of you

the people i hurt
the ones who hurt me

and no matter how much i cry
the tears won't stop
and no matter how many
lights are on
it's still
pitch
black

you're the feeling
of finally closing your eyes
after a long day

you're the feeling
of coming home
on Christmas Day

you're the feeling
of waking up
in the arms of someone else

you're a feeling
that i'll never have
because i'm a feeling
you've never liked

i'm pretty sure
i'm falling for
the boy i said
i would
never
fall for

i'm pretty sure
i'm falling
too hard
too fast
for him to catch me

i'm pretty sure
that he
will never
love me