I stay up late and I talk to the moon I can’t stop telling him all about you
Wonder if you do the same thing I do

These four white walls they know more than my friends
They watch me type messages I’ll never send
This is the place that I just can’t pretend to be alright

Is your bedroom ceiling bored like mine?
Of you staring at it all the time
Cos it’s seen so many nights where I cry and yell at the sky for not telling you how I feel
Is your bedroom ceiling bored like mine?

I get up early and talk to the sun
Ask her for guidance but she ain’t got none
How am I supposed to know you’re not the one