So you're gone now. You left me staring at the sheets. I heard the sun is shining somewhere.

I could still hear your parting footsteps from behind the door. I don't know what happened nor what will.

And I keep running, running in my head, on a drunken night when nothing's right.

I can't take it lightly, so if you're going to stay overnight, don't let it be the last time.

You're in my head now. I barely know who you are. And I haven't heard of you ever since.

And I'm still trying to make sense of it all, to make the feelings pass, not grow.

I keep running, running in my head. Another drunken night and nothing's right.

I keep running without knowing where to run. Give me directions. Is there any connection?

What on earth is going on? I don't know and I wish I didn't mind, but it's so clear that I'm stuck on something that I have not been stuck on before.

I'm always running, running in my head, on a drunken night when nothing's right.

I can't take it lightly, so when you came to stay overnight, I had no idea it would be the last time.

Now I'm hoping that someday I could be like you: so strong and true. But I don't have a clue.

I couldn't take it lightly. It seemed to me that you could. It just took some time to make it right. Now I'm alright. I swear I'm alright.