I've spent all night lying here counting sheep.
And I haven't slept in what feels like five ******* weeks.
I'm trying my best to accept that I have lost control.
And I've been staring from the bottom of this bottle for far too long.

I can feel my heart trying to beat right out of my chest.
I swear I've done this all before but I still can't seem to rest.
And I'm trying so **** hard to see just how you feel about me now...
Yeah, how do you feel about me now?