The Small Hours.

Sometimes when I'm lying awake, lying on my own

and I think of all the things I should have done

should have told her how I feel, should have run that extra mile

should have been a better son

and I think of all the nights that I've wasted my time

doing nothing worth talking about

and I think of all the days, all thouse countless hours

that I've squandered but forgotten to count.

 

I pretend that I don't care

I pretend that I'm not scared

I pretend that I don't care

I pretend that I'm not scared

about the things I will leave behind.

 

Should have told her how I feel, it's not like I didn't have the chance

should have told her it was real, that I wasn't just a victim of circumstance

and it probably wouldn't work but now it's playing on my mind

searching for reasons to justify what I just can't find

 

I pretend that I don't care

I pretend that I'm not scared

I pretend that I don't care

I pretend that I'm not scared

about the feelings I will leave behind.

 

Maybe I should have run

been a better son

maybe I should have fallen when I was supposed to

so I can get back up

maybe I could

 

Maybe there's still time, maybe I'm not finished yet

maybe I'm too busy looking back so I don't forget

or maybe I'm just tired, 'cos I haven't slept for days

all those things keeping me awake at night

got me questioning my place

but now I'm looking forward, to a brand new day

gonna say all those things I always wish that I could say

and pretend that I don't care.