Late, I can stay up late

In and out of bed

Cleaning up the mess

Trying to be honest

'cause I know I am on it

In this, the last time I

speak of it

the loyalties that have been broken

Mine isn't dead

One thing is true

Nothing is sacred

When everyone's talking

and nobody's listening

When we confide in all

those friends

they're just messengers

One thing is true

You throw the matters into

blue skies

turning to grey,

falling out every day

One thing that's free

I confide in you with the truth

Late, I can stay up late

In and out of bed

Cleaning up the mess

inside my head