Where do we go from here? I don't really know No, I don't really know much Got a lot on my conscience Bear the weight Only cuz you tell me that it's nonsense Try to stay calm But my mind is a moshpit And it's growing obnoxious Spend another late night Driving back from your place Didn't wanna stay there I can't get to bed if I don't feel like I'm alone Cuz otherwise I think too much They tell me live a real life I am not familiar with what that would even feel like I cannot relate to the feelings that you know But you don't understand that much I'll write you letters and letters and hope that you read them and call Don't think you read them at all I'll write you letters and letters and hope that you read them and call Don't think you read them at all