Ah it's cold and I have a hard time holding this pen like I used to
So I unfold I'm convinced of my crime hiding in my den like I'm used to
And I've been holding on dreaming, fading, tired for so long I remember your voice Can I ever hold you can I ever have the choice I'm not used to
Why is it being so ******* me how am I always wrong when the voices tell me I'm free but really all I want is to belong Anything could be better Nothing is the matter
It's alright go back to sleep it's just another lonely night I'll feel better after I weep til tomorrow another gloom wraps me in trivial sorrow, For you I'll go catch the moon your blanket looks warm, just tonight, can I borrow If you don't need me, I promise I'll leave soon I'm used to