It's a Thursday morning, four a.m. And you won't let me go If tomorrow comes I guess I'll never know Even in the darkest hour it's the brightest Time of day Even when I go to bed I'm still awake Eyes held up with toothpicks And my jaw is going off I will never leave you or Admit that I was wrong There's so many things I'd like to say, I'm foaming at the mouth Maybe I could write, My pen is hollowed out I've got ideas and inventions And I'd use them if I could Stop waking up the next day When they're all no good Please don't say another word I know your story well Conversations take two But I'm talking to myself Now I need an alibi and everything I did was true But every word I said was just a lie