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