I can't sleep ever.

There's nothing but lightbulbs to keep you company at 3 AM,
when you realize that it ain't getting any better than it is.

Makes me glad I am the way I am.
Because I still say things that aren't sincere,
the kind that you want to hear.
And I'll still turn my back on you if given the chance.
And I want to change, but I really can't.

Like how I only love because it hurts worse when I forget to.

I want to change that and who I am,
and who you want me to be,
and who I should be,
and what I'm going to be.
But I have no idea how
or who
or what.
So I just won't.

"You're gonna figure something out, you always do."