lonesome and weary (all messed up)
försöker att laga hål, vet inte om det bara gör dem värre. större, djupare, mer smärtsamma.
collect your thoughts
when your head's messed up and you cannot grab any feeling rushing through, getting all tangled. when you're alone and it's saturday night, you're wondering if there will be any scars after you're done. when you try to find your path and to open new doors, you're wondering if you should go back.
