Midnight - Fickle Friends

How can you get me wrong when I’m so easy?

You’ll run me out like time

Still I’m hoping you won’t mind if I go

I just don’t know if I am doing better

Or for worse, or for worse, or for worse

I’m going backwards, I’ll be making heavy, oh

Trouble always follows me

Give me your heart now

Lower my guard, now that

That I, that I, that I’m giving in

Now that it’s midnight

I’m never hearing back, ah

Can I be on my own when I’m not needed?

So paranoid that I might end up like you

I’m over this low

Nothing to show when things are getting better

Or for worse, or for worse, or worse

I’m going backwards, I’ll be making heavy, oh

Trouble always follows me

Give me your heart now

Lower my guard, now that

That I, that I, that I’m giving in

Now that it’s midnight

I’m never hearing back, ah

Trouble always follows me

And I’m trying to compete, trying to compete

Trying to compete with me

Twentysomething

And I, and I, and I’m giving in

You are mistaken again

I’m having a mental breakdown

Give me your heart now

Lower my guard, now that

That I, that I, that I’m giving in

Now that it’s midnight

I’m never hearing back, ah

Give me your heart

Give me your heart now

Now that it’s midnight

Give me your heart tonight

(That I, that I, that I’m giving in)