my heart woke up my head like a thunderstorm; a place where i can barely stand. i spent a winter without my air, but now i feel it in my chest. i’m just so sick of the scenery, and all those hours without s-x. i get so tired of being me, but now i’m feeling this again. and god knows that you can’t see after dark, but i won’t give this up ’cause i wrote this on my chest. so tell me what you think of the atmosphere and all those months inside my head. well do you really believe in me? i will hold this like a gun because i’ve got some things to do. “stay what you are”. i filled up all my future with written words. i told the whole world i was spent. i came around when they needed me, and that’s just how i learned to give with all the feelings and losing sleep; now i never want to go. and god knows that you can’t see after dark, but i won’t give this up ’cause i wrote this on my chest. and i do. i’ve got all these plans laid out again like this is war; and i want to touch the coast again. i’ll forget to take my voice as going, forget to hold my breath as spoken, and say don’t you remember where you’ve been.