[Verse 1]
At midnight
When I'm half-asleep
I'll turn the lights off and on again
'Till I'm finally fully alive
Until I dread the feeling of myself

[Verse 2]
At midnight
The smallest thoughts
Can burn a fire that keeps me awake
And letting go becomes like a stranger
Obsession becomes like a moth to a flame

[Chorus]
And the bed doesn't feel like a bed anymore
I guess the comfort was lost long ago
Since when did my thoughts become my only lover?
It wasn't even fair to begin with at all

[Verse 3]
Sometime past midnight
When I'm still alive
I'll hate thе feeling of feeling myself
But I'll come back clearеr than ever before
Just to think about the unthinkable
[Chorus]
And the bed still doesn't feel like a bed
And it feels like the room is caving in
But at this point I'd rather be homeless or dead
So tell me, where's that zone that you promised?
And closing my eyes just doesn't feel right
And waking up seems like the better option
But at this point I'd rather be homeless or dead
So, where's that zone that you promised?