Middle of the Night

How can I be mean, when I'm dying of empathy

You know it's my turn for good fortune, we know I deserve it

How can I be selfish when I feel like I don't exist

You know it's my turn for a miracle

We know I've earned it

I might call you in the morning or the middle of the night

We never get much sleep cos I'm always starting fights

But I think I'm getting better, cos I talked about my problems

I've got all the answers now, I know just how to solve it

I'll call you in the morning, or the middle of the night

I might say I'm sorry, I might mean it this time

We're so naive, that we actually still believe in people

And that's just fine with me

How dare you speak clear

And not tell me what I wanna hear

Now I'm speechless, and that's not like me

I might call you in the morning or the middle of the night

We never get much sleep cos I'm always starting fights

But I think I'm getting better, cos I talked about my problems

I've got all the answers now, I know just how to solve it

I'll call you in the morning, or the middle of the night

I might say I'm sorry, I might mean it this time

I say what's on my mind, it don't mean much most of the time

To hurt you, and that's not kind

I might call you in the morning or the middle of the night

We never get much sleep cos I'm always starting fights

But I think I'm getting better, cos I talked about my problems

I've got all the answers now, I know just how to solve it

I'll call you in the morning, or the middle of the night

I might say I'm sorry, I might mean it this time