Late, I can stay up late
In and out of bed
CLeaning up the mess

Trying to be honest
'cause I know I am on it
In this the last time I speak of it

the loyalties that have been broken
Mine isn't dead
One thing is true

Nothing is sacred
When everyone's talking
and nobody's listening

When we confide in all those friends
they're just messengers
One thing is true

You throw the matters into blue skies
turning to grey,
falling out everyday

One thing that's free
I confide in you with the truth
Late, I can stay up late

In and out of bed
Cleaning up the mess inside
my head.