It's come to this I'm acting like a poet,
Can I just dream or does he have to fake it,
Is this world real I swear that I can touch it,
Just let me be... just let me be.
Erupting out of style like those magazines you read,
Some things are better off said,
And I know I'm waiting for nothing at all,
You're waiting for nothing at all.
It's 4 a.m. I've got another tattoo and I'm hiding from my sleep,
I swear to God he's in the other room finding secrets that I keep,
Lost motivation comes crawling back just to call another round,
The radio's off man I love this song and how it's nowhere to be found.
Stop, don't stop, let your heart beat drop,
Stop, don't stop, This heart beat just won't drop.
This could be hell but how could I deny it,
Lost in myself I feel it pull me closer,
Eff this embrace I swear this time it's over,
Feeling this dream just feeling what it means,
feeling this dream just feeling what it means.
I'm wide awake It's 4 a.m. and I can't find my sleep,
I swear to God just let this be and these secrets you can keep,
Lost motivation stays far away so I call another round,
The radio's on God I hate this song and its slow corrupting sound.
Stop, don't stop, let your heart beat drop,
Stop, don't stop, this heart beat just won't drop.
