walking home home at 3 a.m.   looking at my empty hands   think about this emptyness   in an empty parking lot   i sat in the only spot   remembering what i forgot      you were so bad   falling, calling      now i'm getting closer and   in the distance i hear friends   laughing about their evening's end   I put the key in my front door   lately this keeps happening more    i can't find what i need you for      i was so young   trying, trying      i'm on the edge of my mistake   so if i fuck this up again   i don't know how i'll find the strength   the lights are off and i can't see   close my eyes but still can't sleep   i need light inside of me