Wi-

de

a-

wake

at 2

a

m,

trying

to

pu-

sh my

eyes

back

in-

to

my

head

Ho-

pi-

ng

the

ringing

in

my

ears

will

ma-

ke

me

for-

get

all

the

things

that

she

said

And

ma-

ke

me

forget

all

the

things

I’ve

not

said

My

brain

feels

so

fuck-

ing

hea-

vy,

like

it’s

swel-

ling

in

my

skull

And

put-

ting

pres-

sure

on

my

neck

and

on

my

spine

So

the

next

time

that

it’s

some-

one’s

fault

that

I

end

up

flat

broke,

a-

lone

and

mi-

se-

rable

I

hope

that

it’s

not

mine.

That

it’s

not

m-

i-

ne.