2 A.M. and I'm still awake, writing a song.
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to.
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd,
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud,
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to.
But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button now.
Sing it if you understand.
And breathe, just breathe.