Late, I can stay up late I n and out of bed Cleaning up the mess Trying to be honest Cause I know Imon it I n this the last time I speak of it The loyalties that have been broken Mine isnt dead One thing is true Nothing is sacred When everyones talking And nobodys listening When we confide in all those friends Theyre just messengers One thing is true You throw the matters into blue skies Turning to grey, Falling out everyday One thing thats free I confide in you with the truth Late, I can stay up late I n and out of bed Cleaning up the mess inside my head |