Don't wait up, baby, stop hesitating
Don't wait up, baby, stop hesitating

Don't wait up, hon
I'm already gone, it's over
I feel nothing
It's a long road, how low
So, don't wait up, baby, stop hesitating
Contemplate maybe the thoughts that you're making

There's too much of this flooding my system
I'm losing measure, unstable and

Fog
The shapes of the objects are all I can make out
(All I can make out)
If I ever get through this day
I'll never thin my blood again
I'll never thin my blood again

Turn into something delicate

There's too much of this flooding my system
I'm losing measure, unstable and

Delicate, feel so inadequate
They're all

Fog
The shapes of the objects are all I can make out
(All I can make out)
If I ever get through this day
I'll never thin my blood again
I'll never thin my blood again