It's 4am again and I'm falling asleep with the headphones in
It shouldn't be like this.
And it's so hard to act like I'm over this
When everything you said tore my heart out of my chest.
I just want to feel something again.
I'm not innocent, not in the least bit.
Selfish wishful thinking.
And if this mess that I left in the southwest is in your head,
Then I'm not the only one digging up the dead.
(Muted)
You swear you're a safe bet, but I know that you're not
And I think that's why I'm here and you still think I'm wrong,
But there's nothing between you and me
Not anymore, not on your back porch
At 4am, I'm in this van hoping I won't see you again.
(I hope I won't see you again)
I just want to feel something again.
I'm not innocent, not in the least bit.
Selfish wishful thinking.
And if this mess that I left in the southwest is in your head,
Then I'm not the only one digging up the dead.
Does your conscience keep you awake?
Because one day all that you've felt in those bones will make them break.
I just want to feel something again.
I'm not innocent, not in the least bit.
Selfish wishful thinking.
And if this mess that I left in the southwest is in your head,
Then I'm not the only one digging up the dead.