Happens to the Best of Us

In my room, laying in bed, staring at the ceiling late at night, and curled up like a fetus

Been listening to music for a few while now, thinking about things I shouldn’t

You cross my mind but you're lost in this depressing feeling, and nothing could cheer me up now

Look up at the posters hung up on my wall imagining they're the people I've let down

I wish I could do it, but unfortunately I'm held back

It's so loud but quiet

If I got up, I'd be dizzy

Why does everything have to be so hard for me?

My playlist runs all night long, my eyes stuck open

Three in the morning, I can finally fall asleep

And my playlist can finally rest as I lay my head

But that's just the cause of the bed