4 am
it's 4 am and i'm sitting on the bathroom floor
lying to myself again
i'm replaying everything like some broken mixtape
and i just can't get my screwed up thoughts straight
i've lost track of my endless mistakes
looking for forgiveness in all the wrong places

it's 10 am and i'm out on the bedroom floor
unable to reach for the creaking door
the sunshine hurts my eyes and all i want to do
is make my dreary tired life right

yeah the times pass me by
and eventually i'm better inside
at least i'm no longer slurring curse words
and i'm trying to make things right
yeah, i am trying to make things right
i'm trying, and i will
i get up from the floor
and i go to live my life