The glass that I broke four weeks ago, it's still on the floor, it's part of the room now I'm never gonna pick it up again

The bed is still cold or so I've been told, by the old second guess that still whispers I guess I still listen to it again

The white of the sheets couldn't take the clutter out my mind All I do is look around when I can't sleep at night

The friends that were there through thick and thin, I've always loved them but they can get so loud

I've lost them with my grip on everything

And all that I want, or all that I need, is someone to tell me it's gonna be fine

I just gotta get out of my head

The white of the sheets couldn't take the clutter out my mind All I do is look around when I can't sleep at night

The white of the sheets couldn't take the clutter out my mind