I don't even know if I should say this

The days turn into years, and nothing changes

Everyone around you has to leave

Nothing's what it seems, twenty-two to thirty-three

Now you're feeling something cold out by the bus stop

Chaining cigarettes and touching raindrops

Angel tears falling from the sky

There's a great divide between the things we need in life

And I just saw the clock hit twelve

I can barely sleep, and melatonin won't help

What's another night of unrest

Memories of childhood stuck in my head

It's two A.M, and I'm losing my mind

I'm about to lash out about some shit from last night

All the words that end up in the back of my head

Sounds like, "How do I live? I would rather be dead"

I was going back and forth with myself

I could pop one or two, but my body knows

That there's nothing here that might help

I don't know what to do when nobody cares about anything that I felt

Things that I love, things that I hate, everyone's gone, everything's hell

Every day makes me so tired but it's like, why the fuck can't I sleep?

I just stay up 'til the sun rises, but the sun is never something I see

I was in Brooklyn under dark skies with the snow falling at my feet

Then it repeats, days go by, thinking "They're better off without me"

And I just saw the clock hit twelve

I can barely sleep, and melatonin won't help

What's another night of unrest

Memories of childhood stuck in my head

It's two A.M, and I'm losing my mind

I'm about to lash out about some shit from last night

All the words that end up in the back of my head

Sounds like, "How do I live? I would rather be dead"