Nothing like you wish you were, your name is the only thing you're really sure of, sitting on the wrong side of twenty five.
You keep your problems buried, oh, so deep, then wonder why you wake up crying, at least the pain means you're alive.


'Cause it's been months and you've had time to face what you've been running from, running from.
Yeah, it's been months and you can't find a reason why you're holding on, holding on.


Before you went away you said you thought you'd try your hand at being a writer, after all could it really be worse than waking up on Tuesday mornings to sign away your pride for money, at least you'd have your dignity.
Yet all the while your mind is drifting back to all those nights when you were happy,
or at least when you thought you were.
But nothing here can take away the years you wasted thinking you weren't lonely, or alone if you'd prefer.


'Cause it's been months and you've had time to face what you've been running from, running from.
Yeah, it's been months and you can't find a reason why you're holding on, holding on.


If all you wanted was somebody to hear you out, to chase away the empty nights of fear and doubts.
Running away won't answer any of your prayers, but you're praying, yeah, you're praying.
But who are you praying to? Is it the God you stopped believing in when he abandoned you?


'Cause it's been months and you've had time to face what you've been running from, running from.
Yeah, it's been months and you can't find a reason why you're holding on, holding on.


(Thanks to clouds for these lyrics)