It’s two O’Clock and I was sleeping, but I’m not feeling great.
I took some pills to help my thinking, but now I’m thinking worse.
Well I was hoping that I could see you; if that’s not too absurd.
Am I in love? or am I dreaming?
'Cause I’m not sensibly just taken by your words; for once I found a cure.
I’m sick of staying up late, because you’re not here, and I’m not there.
No, I’m not afraid to watch you change me,
I’m not afraid to watch you change me anymore.
You need to know what you’re into;
I’ll tell you I’m a god damn piece of work.
So I’ll just sit here until you enter my arms —
'Cause that’s the simpleness of where I lay my head.
I’m a wreck when I’m alone, I’m the boy who lost his home
and I’m sensibly just taken by your words; for once I found a cure.
I’m sick of staying up late, 'cause you’re not here, and I’m not there.
No, I’m not afraid to watch you change me.
I’m not afraid to watch you change me anymore.
I took the key bridge north to your parent’s house again.
I saw my share of lights from the sky outside the city.
I brought you things I loved just to show you that I cared.
I found a place to lay inside of the warmth.
That’s the way that I spent these last few days of writing all these songs.
I swear to god that I love you, 'cause I can’t explain it.