Thoughts are not written in the fallen stars but somehow
They never leave me alone, they're nothing short of too loud
I think I need to walk this conversation off now
Find myself at 4am cursing out my friends
Thinking they wish I was dead
Maybe that's a bit much but they won't understand
No, they won't understand
Well, maybe that's just me
Ooh, 5am hurt is a habit
Too late for happy thoughts
Filling the days worth of damage
Then here comes the wrecking crew
Fuck, tryna make sense of sadness
Before it makes sense of me
Love is as simple as madness
And here comes the wrecking crew
Staring up hopeless at a cold and starless ceiling
Finding that nothing in the something is relieving
Rather be feeling pain than feeling fucking empty
How much of me has lost a time of distant memory?
Ghost in a shell, I've revived once or twice already
I think I need to walk off all of my anxieties, ah, they're killing me
Find myself at 4am cursing out my friends
Thinking they wish I was dead
Maybe that's a bit much but they won't understand
No, they won't understand
But maybe that's just me
Ooh, 5am hurt is a habit
Too late for happy thoughts
Filling the days worth of damage
Then here comes the wrecking crew
Fuck, tryna make sense of sadness
Before it makes sense of me
Love is as simple as madness
And here comes the wrecking crew
A-ooh, how happy am I, really
A-ooh, how happy am I, really
A-ooh, how happy am I, really
A-ooh, how happy am I, really
O-oh