I do a 180.
It’s okay in the day, I’m staying busy
Tied up enough so I don’t have to wonder where is he
Got so sick of crying, so just lately
When I catch myself I do a 180
I stay up, clean the house, at least I’m not drinking
Run around just so I don’t have to think about thinking
That silent sense of content that everyone gets
Just disappears soon as the sun sets
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone.