I'm still lucid, I should have been in bed
I just cannot stop thinking, anxiety came late
I think you hate me sometimes, but I believe your word
The only thing I'd warn you: don't believe in myself
Cause I feel uncomfortable
And I'm just not over you
My breath smells just like her, this f*cks my head so well
And if I fall asleep, my dreams may be in hell
Then why should I care?
If she couldn't care
Then who am I to tell?
Who am I?