2AM and I’m still awake writing a song. If I get it all down on paper it’s no longer inside of me threatnin’ the life it belongs to. and I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd. cause these words are my diary screamin’ out aloud and I know that you’ll use them however you want to. But you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable. and life’s like an hourglass glued to the table. no one can find the rewind button now. Sing it if you understand… and breathe.