It's end of August

Leaves about to fall

The neighbours are at it again, some would pay to hear the things that you endure

Pretending like you have better things to do than pressing your ear against the wall

The rhythm of love takes you back to a time where you're too romanced to notice

The reason why your friends call you "miss optimistic"

You toss and you turn at the thought of being alone

Inevitable for you to fall for those kind of boys

Kind of boys

Go to sleep, turn off the lights

Have some patience, take your time

Go to sleep, turn off the lights

God knows you should take your time

It always goes the same way

Crouched down on the floor

Drowning in every single word that you remember he used to end it all

The rhythm next door's so familiar, you almost caught yourself singing along

Fuelling your desperate attempt to find a love

To last one day long, just to get you through the night

Well it's no surprise that you're finding these kind of guys

Kind of guys

Go to sleep, turn off the lights

Have some patience, take your time

Go to sleep, turn off the lights

God knows you should take your time

Go to sleep, turn off the lights

Have some patience, take your time

Go to sleep, turn off the lights

God knows you should take your time