Lying down in my bed.
These thoughts rush right into my head.
I haven't felt this bad since you left me.
I could've sworn I had this under control but now I feel
That it scares me you're so sure of your new direction.
It's probably better but somehow I don't care.
It's pointless, I'm burnt out.
I've tried too many times before.
Climbing through the back seat, reaching out my hand for yours.
Game theory won't help me.
Game theory won't help through this one.