You never made much sense
Fears of not being enough
Keeping me up late at night
When you're drunk you're the happiest
But then reality hits and
Your life feels like quicksand
I'm your holiday, only coming
Once or twice a year
Don't know when to call
Don't know when you'll return
I'll stay locked up in your terror
You disregard my pain
Leave behind a mess
I pick up the rest
Will you let me know if
I'm holding on too tight
Oh, how I wish your sun
Would burn brightly again