Nothing On the Outside, Nothing On the Inside

On late nights, you come home again
You wait for a response from your friends
Strong fears of wasting your life
Just a lost cause, fell out of the back of their mind
On late nights, your fridge quietly sings;
'The work life balance is so paper thin'
This pain is just a temporary thing but loss is so very permanent
Oh late nights, why do you do me like this?
Please show me a motive to simply exist
Watch as I fall through the cracks in due time
They'll pave up the roads the very next night
How easy it is to fall asleep, for you, but not ever for me
Been calling all of my friends just to talk
The best laid plans, they might not be enough

But I think I finally figured out exactly what is wrong with me
It started with poor sleep and then it worsened in my teens
When I've got a lot of shit to say, I don't like the sound I make
When I push those feelings into words
Experience says silence is preferred