walking home home at 3 a.m.nlooking at my empty handsnthink about this emptynessnin an empty parking lotni sat in the only spotnremembering what i forgotnnyou were so badnfalling, callingnnnow i'm getting closer andnin the distance i hear friendsnlaughing about their evening's endnI put the key in my front doornlately this keeps happening more ni can't find what i need you fornni was so youngntrying, tryingnni'm on the edge of my mistakenso if i fuck this up againni don't know how i'll find the strengthnthe lights are off and i can't seenclose my eyes but still can't sleepni need light inside of me