Well Im asleep and you're awake,
Come to my house and take what you can take,
Cause I don't need it anymore, no I don't need it anymore
What can I say, my mind it aches
With things to say, Almost every single day,
I don't need it anymore, no I don't need it anymore
Im not proud of it,
It makes some living in the day time!
Sitting in my bed, thinking about all the awful things Ive said,
In no peculiar way, I mean it
With all the ups and downs, what comes around... comes around,
Must be me going down
Now im awake a little early for a man who doesn't see that morning sun,
Almost every single day,
And at times like these i just want to breathe.
And then I hit the ground running,
And if you want to come,
Ill be waiting for you honey,
Im going to make something of it...