I've stayed awake for nights and days, thinking slighty out of state. I hate of being fully aware, aware that now you aren't there.

I could've been drunk and be at haze but instead I'm in a lonely phase. I'm crazy for saying that you'd come back as I wished for a sip from my metal flask.

I'd rather be high than feel so low, in a solemn place that no one knows. My god, I wish I didn't say hi, so we won't have a sad goodbye.

Sober sober, yeah I'm sober.

Over.. over... we are over.