It’s getting late, I’m tripping in the dark
My shirt is draped over the moon
Just trying to hold onto you
I leave my headlights on
I only feel like myself at night
Don’t always treat you right
But I don’t know how to be subtle with
All the things I hate about myself
You try to calm me, and I turn away
I always turn away
I don’t know why I have to be this way
I’d rather not be so hard to love
I fucked it up, I fucked it up again
Was there even a chance I could change
Or am I resolute to stay the same?
I hope you’re here whenever I emerge
I’m buried up to my eyes
But please don’t ever stop pulling me out
I’m so folded up inside of you
I keep my headlights on
I keep my headlights on
I keep my headlights on
I keep my headlights on
I’m so folded up inside of you
I don’t know if I’m me or you
You’ve always loved me more than I deserve
And maybe that’s the thing
I don’t feel like I earned your faith
Want to hear that I’m not too late
Let’s take it back to spending every night
Third floor on Engert Avenue
Introduction in faded sheets
I’ll always have that part of you
