Don't wait up, baby, stop hesitating Don't wait up, baby, stop hesitating Don't wait up, hon I'm already gone, it's over I feel nothing It's a long road, how low So, don't wait up, baby, stop hesitating Contemplate maybe the thoughts that you're making There's too much of this flooding my system I'm losing measure, unstable and. The shapes of the objects are all I can make out (All I can make out) If I ever get through this day I'll never thin my blood again There's too much of this flooding my system I'm losing measure, unstable and. [?] something delicate Delicate, feel so inadequate They're all The shapes of the objects are all I can make out (All I can make out) If I ever get through this day I'll never thin my blood again I'll never thin my blood again