I don’t wanna be the girl who has to fill the silence;
the quiet scares me ‘cause it screams the truth.
Please don’t tell me that we had that conversation;
I won’t remember, save your breath, ‘cause what’s the use?
Ah-ah, the night is calling.
And it whispers to me softly ”come and play”.
Ah-ah, I am falling.
And If I let myself go I’m the only one to blame.
Nothing can touch me.
But why do I feel this party’s over?
You’re my protection.
How do I feel this good, sober?
I’m coming down, coming down, coming down,
spinning ‘round, spinning ‘round, spinning ‘round.
I’m looking for myself - sober.
When it’s good, then it’s good, it’s so good until it goes bad.
‘Til you’re trying to find the you that you once had.
I have heard myself cry, never again.
Broken down in agony just tryna find a friend.