Late, I can stay up late
In and out of bed
Cleaning up the mess
Trying to be honest
'Cause I know I am on it
In this the last time I speak of it
The loyalties that have been broken
Mine isn't dead
One thing is [bad word] Nothing is sacred
When everyone's talking
And nobody's listening
When we confide in all those friends
They're just messengers
One thing is [bad word] You throw the matters into blue skies
Turning to grey,
Falling out everyday
One thing that's free
I confide in you with the [bad word] Late, I can stay up late
In and out of bed
Cleaning up the mess inside my head