For Her

Four months I'm afraid to write
Scared to tell anybody
'Cause they'll figure I'm not doing all right
So there ya go, yeah, surprise, surprise
Living out in LA, by the books, I should be feeling fine
Been staying in a high-rise
Stood up by old self
Truth is, I've been waiting a while
I've been waiting a while
For her to come back to me
For her to come back to me

And the truth is, I'm afraid to write
Anything that's alluding
To the things that I've been feeling at night
No offence to within my mind
Took the keys to a temple
Set the whole damn thing alight
I been staying up late night
Still waiting on my old self
Wondering if she's doing fine
I hope that you're doing fine

And I'm singing
Will you come back to me?
Singing, will you come back to me?

So someone tell me
Will I go straight to hell if I end it all now?
'Cause for a second there
I really thought I might make it out
But there's this voice in my head
That keeps tearing me down
And my mind wins again
No one's getting in or getting out
And did your mother have to sit you down?
Did your friends all ask why you stopped coming out?
And are your lies dripping down from your teeth to your mouth
When you say that you're fine?
Hide the shit that you've been towing 'round
Bite my tongue every time
Got some shit I need to talk about

And the truth is, I'm afraid to write
Anything that's alluding
To these things that I've been feeling at night
And I've been feeling tonight