The backdrop gets blurry   the colors fade together   You barely looked back   but is barely enough?   Oh, tomorrow I'll be somewhere   it seems so far away   everything seems far away   The backdrop gets blurry      So who the open book?   and who's the open door?   I'd close them if I could   but I never could before   I'm still waiting...   it's two in the morning   and every headlight   looks like yous      And every night about this time   I grab the wheel it seems so familiar   things get hectic, and I get nervous   and I get nothing.   So go right ahead   'cause it rolls right off of you      So who the open book?   and who's these the open door?   I'd close them if I could   but I never could before   I'm still waiting...   it's two in the morning   and every headlight   looks like yous      I hope I mean it this time   and I hope you mean it this time.      Same old conversations   same old television   I'm so weak   I make my confessions   for most of the day   and the choices I make   and there's prices to pay   and there's consequences   of the meaningless, the ridiculous   and you all look the same underneath   you never make sense   you never mean a thing   the lights go out   and everything's blurry      So I'm the open book.   I'm the open door.   I'd close them if I could   but I never could before   and I'm sick and tired of waiting   it's two in the morning   and every headlight should be yours