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'll 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 lie