[Verse 1]

Maybe I'm a waste of ink, but you used to want me

I'm passing psychologically, but failing toxicology

I've wasted so much time asking "what if"

That I've lost sight of what is

[Chorus]

My room feels different at five A.M

I'm getting tired of using old solutions for new problems

But I know that I'll do it again

[Verse 2]

I don't know what I did, I can't keep doing this

I'm out of ideas, and I'm tired

Of being tired of feeling alone

Maybe if I make my songs sound happy, I'll feel it too

[Chorus]

If I say it to you, it doesn't mean that it's true

If you say it to me, that won't make me believe

In you