My heart woke up my head like a thunderstorm; a place where I can barely stand. I spent a winter without my air, but now I feel it in my chest. I'm just so sick of the scenery, and all those hours without . I get so tired of being me, but now I'm feeling this again. And God knows that you can't see after dark, but I won't give this up 'cause I wrote this on my chest. So tell me what you think of the atmosphere and all those months inside my head. Well do you really believe in me? I will hold this like a gun because I've got some things to do. "stay what you are". I filled up all my future with written words. I told the whole world I was spent. I came around when they needed me, and that's just how I learned to give with all the feelings and losing sleep; now I never want to go. And God knows that you can't see after dark, but i won't give this up 'cause I wrote this on my chest. And I do. I've got all these plans laid out again like this is war; and I want to touch the coast again. I'll forget to take my voice as going, forget to hold my breath as spoken, and say don't you remember where you've been.