It's a Thursday morning, four a.m.
and you won't let me go
if tomorrow comes I guess I'll never know

even in the darkest hour it's the brightest
time of day
even when I go to bed I'm still awake


Eyes held up with toothpicks
and my jaw is going off

I will never leave you or
admit that I was wrong


There's so many things I'd like to say,
I'm foaming at the mouth
maybe I could write,

my pen is hollowed out
I've got ideas and inventions
and I'd use them if I could


Stop waking up the next day
when they're all no good


Please don't say another word
I know your story well

conversations take two
but I'm talking to myself


Now I need an alibi and everything I did was true
but every word I said was just a l