Can't hold it down
Can't keep it buried underground
Can't hear myself above the noise
I've memorised the clicks and hums

Can't let it go
Can't make a move that you won't know
Can't be alone without a past
Can't see a ghost with no context

I'll get what I deserve
And you'll get what you've earned

Can't bed it down
Can't let it settle in my gut
Can't let my compass run on blood
There's no more pathways to your heart

Can't be it now
Can't be the person I once was
Can't keep on waiting for the sun
If it's the moon that keeps me up

I'll be here when I sleep
With a lightbulb burning secretly

I might be tired
I might be tired of you
I might be tired of you and me
I might believe
I might believe in you
I might believe in you and me
And in all of us

Can't just forget
But I can't let myself regret
I see more ghosts than I see friends
But they're good company I guess

Can't feel it sometimes
And sometimes I feel nothing else
I see more dark than I see light
But nothing here's so black and white

I won't forget your name
But I've been trying to forget your face

I might be tired
I might be tired of you
I might be tired of you and me
I might believe
I might believe in you
I might believe in you and me
And of all of us
And in all of us