2am and I'm still awake, writing a song,
If I get it all down on paper it's no longer
inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to.

And I feel like I'm naked in front of a crowd,
'Cause these words are my diary screaming out loud,
and I know that you'll use them however you want to.

'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
and life's like an hourglass glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, girls.
So cradle your head in your hands,
and breathe, just breathe.