I can't seem to place
A finger on the cause
I see this go to waste
I'm following the moths
On their way to the flame
They seem to call it home
But lately I can only sleep
If the lights are left alone
What would you do if I told you I was on the brink
Dusty knees and scrapes from falling at least once a week
I can't seem to care
Enough to take care of myself
Enough to do this on my own
Let me do this on my own