2:45 am





i'm going out sleepwalking

where mute memories start talking

the boss that couldn't help but hurt you

and the pretty thing he made desert you

i'm going out now like a baby

a naïve unsatisfiable baby

grabbing onto whatever's around

for the soaring high or the crushing down

with hidden cracks that don't show

but that constantly just grow

i'm looking for the man that attacked me

while everybody was laughing at me

you beat it in me that part of you

but i'm gonna split us back in two

tired of living in a cloud

if you're gonna say shit now you'll do it out loud

it's 2:45 in the morning

and i'm putting myself on warning

for waking up in an unknown place

with a recollection you've half erased

looking for somebody's arms to

wave away past harms

i'm walking out on center circle

the both of you can just fade to black

i'm walking out on center circle

been pushed away and i'll never go back