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