| I’ve had a steady stream of lonely nights | 
| For the past few weeks in this room | 
| I’m locked away from it all | 
| Just need a break from the walls that close me in | 
| I’ll see this out standing on pins | 
| I’ll fall asleep with my eyes open | 
| Just to see if I could focus | 
| On something more than my loneliness | 
| None of my friends seem to give a shit about the way I am | 
| I know full well they understand that | 
| I get myself way too deep in what she said | 
| But they’ll bail me out when I’m in over my head | 
| I’m getting sick of being broke | 
| But what’s worse is I’m all on my own | 
| Can’t seem to let this go | 
| I wish I could stop staring at the phone so I can get some sleep | 
| Another day, another week in hell | 
| I’ll see your face down here real soon | 
| A welcome home to a swift farewell | 
| Of all the things I hope to keep: | 
| A childhood sense of opportunity | 
| Grab life by the wrist and jump | 
| Take the chance while I’m still young and dumb | 
| Passed out but on my feet | 
| With years ahead to get some sleep | 
| And so much time to face defeat | 
| So write our names in wet concrete | 
| To seal our place in space and time | 
| Before we have to walk the line | 
| Before we all move on in life | 
| Before the sun comes up tonight | 
| I’m getting sick of being broke | 
| But what’s worse is I’m all on my own | 
| Can’t seem to let this go | 
| I wish I could stop staring at the phone so I can get some sleep | 
| Another day, another week in hell | 
| I’ll see your face down here real soon | 
| A welcome home to a swift farewell | 
| I’m getting sick of being broke | 
| But what’s worse is I’m all on my own | 
| Can’t seem to let this go | 
| I wish I could stop staring at the phone so I can get some sleep | 
| Another day, another week in hell | 
| I’ll see your face down here real soon | 
| A welcome home to a swift farewell | 
| A swift farewell | 
| A swift farewell |