i'm up way too late again,
writing about the same dumb shit again,
trying to shake the same strong headache again.
everyone i know is lonely.
and even though i may be dancing on broken glass,
the cuts are too deep for me to stop moving anytime soon.
i can't wait for the day it all stops seeming too good to be true,
or maybe i just need to stop feeling guilty for feeling good...
you can find me in the sun shouting,
"finally! i've found a place where i belong!"
i can't wait for everyone to catch up.