Plethora

(You got it) Haven't been sleeping I've been telling secrets Drunk nights weeping I wonder if you'll leave yet We told each other stories You told me how you see it Through these dark shades Told me I could keep them Friend to a friend Friend to a friend Friend to a friend Friend to a friend It's been a while Since I've heard your voice Feeling like a child Who can't make a choice My mind goes wild And it feels with noise The sounds of my knees cracking Sounds like chords strumming Give me hope now That somebody might find out What I'm made of Maybe somebody will notice What I'm made from Everything I say Is a sad story I'm always the victim My parents worry I don't get out of the house I just stay buried In what I assume to be The things to help me sleep Tight, secret remedies To feel alright Buried memories Hidden deep inside I think of you next to me Every God damn night I think of you next to me Every God damn night Everything that I say turns into a fight What do you want from me tonight? Want from me, tonight? It's been a while Since I've heard your voice Feeling like a child Who can't make a choice My mind goes wild And it fills with noise The sounds of my knees cracking Sounds like chords strumming Friend to a friend Friend to a friend Friend to a friend Friend to a friend