These papers and ink been following me around
Behind lamppost and streets, cold rooms and the sands
Of a millions stacks of paper

She said josh "how have you been?"
I said, "dear I've been well"
Yeah,
my days are all so
hard to pass and I miss you like hell
though I still hear your voice from the
old bottle of pills
and I know that I will
find my way right beside you
Where the piano is

I know I'm not crazy
I just lost my way
why am I, why am I
Still here...?

Give me something to believe in
A breath from the breathing
So write it down
I don't think that I'll close my eyes
'Cause lately I'm not dreaming so what's the point in sleeping
It's just that at night I've got nowhere to hide
So I write you a lullaby
A lullaby...

I feel like my world's crushing down on me tonight...

Just for tonight.