I feel insane I can't stop writing
Even crazier for fighting what must be said
This pencil feels like lead
Everyone's dead asleep tonight except me
I scribble so imaptiently -- the keys rest upon my knees
And I need something I need some sorta recipe
I need something, I need someone to rescue me, to set me free
To take me places I ought to be
And i was just about to fall for you
But I stopped myself in the middle of my longing
Because I know it isn't true
It's just the alcohol that's talking and I keep responding too
The sky above dark blue, where I'm wishing on stars I never knew
And I'm wondering how people I grew up with could grow up into
People I wish I never knew
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