I tried to get away from you at least I tried
But something pushes me closer to
The madness of being around you

I'm writing this at 2 am
Don't I have nothing better to do?
Maybe that's why I'm confused
And feeling blue, just to think about us two

I'm lying in bed
Drawing crooked lines of an imaginary path

I'm lying in bed
Drawing crooked lines of an imaginary path

I'm writing this at 3 am
Should I have something better to do?
Lost inside my thoughts
And feeling blue, just to think about this too

I'm lying in bed
Drawing crooked lines of an imaginary path

I'm lying in bed
Drawing crooked lines of an imaginary path

I guess this time you missed me
I couldn't thing that this could be right
Would I rewrite this all over again if it's a lie
Unlike believing in every word when it fits a lie

No, not if it's a lie
No, not if it's a lie
No, not if it's a lie
Now, now it fits a lie