Tired, scared, cold
And I feel so damn old
And I tell myself
That I'll go out
In the morning, but I don't
I'm still trying to get better

Fingers on these strings
Till they callous, crack, and bleed
And I sing myself to sleep at night
But I can't remember dreams
And I'm still thinking of you

The sun it shines on me
Glowing, warming beams
A light so bright
That I hate my life
In the morning
Just let me fucking sleep
But I'm living in a window

And times they aren't so bad
And I haven't been too sad
But it's still in my head
And I might be dead
If I find myself looking back
And I'm sorry if I get there