There's something endearing
about this empty room.
The sun's in my eyes now.
It's a quarter past two.
And I've got my guitar,
and you've got your space.
So I'm stuck in this place.
I'm stuck in this place.
I kind of don't mind it,
but I'm losing my mind.
I'll put off what's important
if it'll buy me some time.
Time to get braver.
Time to postpone
that evident failure
I can't seem to disown.
And I'm still alone.
Yeah, I'm still alone.
Will you take me home?
The day is not over,
but I'm still in my bed,
'cause sleep is the answer
to the questions that float in my head.
And I am not sober.
And I am not well.
I thought you could tell.
Yeah, you never could tell.
I've nothing put patience
and nothing to lose,
'cause you've given me nothing
in the time that it takes you to choose.
There's no excuse now
for making mistakes.
It's time to grow up.
Face the choices you make.
You take and you take.
And I'm starting to break.
But I'll be okay.