restless like the nights before
i guess i should eat a little more
what's the point when nothing matters to me

these tired eyes are wide awake
i try to keep my thoughts at bay
sometimes i wish i could pack and leave

the bitter night is growing cold
and i can feel it deep within my bones
if i could switch off now i just might sleep

the dreams that haunt the back of heavy head
they're driving me to the point of death
i guess the edge from here doesn't look as steep

if i take one more jump perhaps i'd lose it all
but then again who do i've left to call
i was born prepared, and i no longer care

let's take one last breathe, and off we go
maybe someplace where i can call it home
i pray that i might never meet you there, again