in the morning, when you ask me what happened last night, im gonna say it was nothing, and i really think that that's what i believe too.
but if you ask me now, im a mess, a living chaos, my mind it's a fucking warzone and it's getting pretty a fucking loud tonight.
im tired of thinking about you, tired of being afraid of you. i cant lose another night of sleep wondering if you're coming, so if you're coming, be quick, cause im tired of you.