Tracing the cracks on the wall, my eyes are burning but I'm fighting sleep.
The lonely hum inside my brain is telling me to do something
but loving you is exhausting
and it's been raining white flags inside my brain since summer.
The end of us felt like an earthquake, something tragic I never saw coming and my God, I never saw it coming.
Every night I remind myself that the more I close my hands the more I hurt myself
and it's not easy being valiant
but I am thinking of you