I'm breaking promises and breaking you apart
while this constant battle rages in my mind.
Over which path to take
How much of this is fate
And how much is just a waste of time

Because I don't know just what I need
Stuck somewhere in the in-between
3 in the morning and I wish that I could sleep.
But I'm wide awake.

Medicine bottle's laying empty on the floor
But I still can't make these headaches go away
More of a bastard than I've ever been before
I'd be better off just bashing in my brains.

Bridge:
All this feels like it?s some other life
Doesn?t it seem way too dark tonight

Because I don't know just what I need
Stuck somewhere in the in-between
3 in the morning and I'm writing this all down
And I hope it makes it easier somehow.