Full of It

Coming back to life
In a life that's mine
Still wasting my time, yeah

Fact; I might never come home tonight
I might quit looking sad
Even though I'm on my own tonight (I might!)

Fact; you're still sitting on my thoughts tonight
I might quit looking back
The suburbs racing, your eyes in the night always breaking our pact

I turn to every outlet
But I haven't seen myself yet

I can't see in your head anymore
So I called you now instead on the floor
Of some Alston house, call it my last resort
I'm wide awake, why can't I dream anymore?

I can't see in your head anymore
So I called you now instead on the floor
Of some Alston house, call it my last resort
I can't see you, what am I seeing for?

Fact; I don't remember how to talk to you
I won't put on a mask
But when you left well I think I did too

I think this is moving on
At least that's what I tell myself
Always talking and moving
But never with anyone else

I turn to every outlet
But I haven't seen myself yet

I can't see in your head anymore
So I called you now instead on the floor
Of some Alston house, call it my last resort
I'm wide awake, why can't I dream anymore?

I can't see in your head anymore
So I called you now instead on the floor
Of some Alston house, call it my last resort
I can't see you, what am I seeing for?

Oh, feel it all
Pretending not to feel so small
All the pain I've made
Boston's blind-besotted ways
Make me feel like I should try to call

I can't see in your head anymore
So I called you now instead on the floor
Of some Alston house, call it my last resort
I'm wide awake, why can't I dream anymore?

I can't see in your head anymore
So I called you now instead on the floor
Of some Alston house, call it my last resort
Waiting and waiting what am I waiting for?