5 AM, head on my sheets
And I can feel the wrinkles leaving prints in my cheeks
I'm wide awake
Counting all the creases
Light of day
And I can't stop thinking
How
Am I gonna go back now
I've got this feeling
It drones all night
Keeps my mind racing
Makes me cry
But I can't quite place it
When I try
It stabs my chest before it passes by