i am sober had it all when we were dancing you always knew how to make me smile i ve been tired tangled my hair tried to think of what would make me want to live there s always something missing and everybody s all alone and i don t know what to do 7 am wednesday don t want to be me but who am i misty morning clouds my mind all my pictures floats around in my head i can t see you now that you re always here you ve been tired tangled your hair tried to think of what would make you want to live 