We’ll stagger home after midnight, sleep arm-in-arm in the stairwell.
We’ll fall apart on the weekend.
These nights go on and on and on.
I can’t keep your voice out of my head. All I hear are the many echoes of the darkest words you said, and it’s driving me crazy.
I can’t find the best in all of this, but I’m always looking out for you.
‘Cause you’re the one I miss, and it’s driving me crazy.