eight hours

It's in the not knowing
If I'm coming or going
And if only I knew
I'd know what to do
It's in the not sleeping
My mind repeating
Everything that I'd done
I used to be fun
Now I talk too much
Think too much
Miss my friends, they're out of touch
Tell myself things I felt

Well it never meant much
I spend all my might losing my only fight
I swear I try, I do
I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do
Mm

It's in the not knowing
The constant need of being proven
Of everything that I am
As if I still have a plan
It's in the still sitting
And all the people that we're missing
Tell me I'll be alright
Just need eight hours a night

'Cause I talk too much
Think too much
Miss my friends, they out of touch
Tell myself things I felt
Well it never meant much
I spend all night losing my own fight
I swear, I try, I do
I do
I spend all night losing my own fight
I swear I try, I do
I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do
Mm
Mm