When we were kids, night was a magical time when tooth fairies came and dreams came true
Now, night is day without the light or the voices
Night  is the most lonely, biting, empty silence I can think of
Yet I walk home alone most days
I hear names of people I used to know echoing against the walls
If it's all in my head, then how can I catch the letters?
Every step is on broken glass
Every dream is a predictable nightmare
Day after day.
I'm not bold enough to say what I'm thinking
I'm not sure I'm bold enough to think it at all
My heart is beating so fast that it hurts, my lungs can't keep up
My head is taking the lead and making a few wrong turns
I swear I'm broken but it's just 2 AM
I'm trying not to think of the songs where people say goodbye
I swear I can hear them, all at once.
They're etched into my skin like tattoos, but they won't be there in the morning, when I wake up...
Well, I wouldn't call this asleep...