Spoontonic (This Time Next Year)

I hold my drink with a broken hand, blood on my collar, I try to think of a better way, to pass by the hours. Instead I'm feeling low, I'm feeling reckless, reckless and alone, take it from me In the middle of the night it's not that easy In the middle of the night I am alone In the middle of the night it's not that easy In the middle of the night I am alone I sleep too much for a vacant bed But I'm not complaining She may be stuck inside my head The walls have been painted by her I'm feeling low I'm feeling reckless, reckless and alone take it from me In the middle of the night it's not that easy In the middle of the night I am alone In the middle of the night it's not that easy In the middle of the night I am alone, I am alone Nothing's (nothing) the same Nothing is the same without you Nothing (Nothing) the same (the same) Nothing (Nothing) the same (the same) Without you In the middle of the night it's not that easy In the middle of the night I am alone In the middle of the night it's not that easy In the middle of the night I am alone, I am alone Nothing's the same without you