Midnight Hour

There's been a mistake. It's written all on my face.

I showed up tonight, and I cleared out the place.

I just wanna feel at home.

I write my favorite hooks, rip off my favorite books.

The end result being the awkward looks you laid on me tonight.

I'm like a river. Damned, dried up and losing time.

A great leader, shot down before his prime.

But I don't have that passion.

Just an ego and moderate talent.

Please understand, I know nothing of being a great man.

And I'm awake, and this thing inside just let me know it never died.

And I'm awake, and I feel it now. My summer soul was hiding out.

I was stuck in the midnight hour.

There's been a mistake. It's written all on my face.

I showed up tonight and I cleared out the place.

I just wanna feel at home.

We're all victims of a half decade's love.

Never to find the balance between party and alone.

Let it go.